Mellifluous Murmurs

Old

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