Old

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Strip your colors


And hue your life with circumstance


You only smile at the most irrelevant things 


And you only care for the pearls and the dose of pricey jewelry 


When you'd take a look at my face, 


The dimensions gleam its fullness of life and sheer happiness 


My complexion wizens and I turn old 


Old enough to realize your gaze 


Old enough to study your piercing eyes 


Old enough to replenish my heart with the tears of my unseen soul 


Old enough to leak towards the masterpiece of this place 


Old enough to emotionally accept pain and take it as a factor of ordinary 


I am old 


Very old 


In fact, I am way too old now 


I have only felt religion when I am standing on my own; 


my body standing as straight as a ruler..


 Erect and shadowing the past


Everything is blue 


The crippled sheets on my bed 


The chipped paint on my bedroom wall 


The shattered dreams that I once wanted to pursue 


You proudly left a hole in my divine milky way 


And you proudly broke the glass vase my eyes once decided to take into the consideration of being 


I was once your glass vase 


The way you would shimmer your body and take mine as a fragile, little bird 

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