Face Issues
It’s green _ when we fall in love
Its yellow _ when we were
hoodwinked by lust
above our pride, but as
diminutive as a dove
humming a sad song fading to
dust
echoes of you _ shades of the
weak
happy-go-lucky mind _ care full
(careful) death
a heart of onus _ for the soul of
the meek
the feet of the feeble _ with
perpetual breath
how does it feel _ to make you
stay proud?
we don’t say much _ but much
have been said
Isn’t any way to write (right) the
flawed?
zilch here _ faces pirouetting in
the head.
nowhere to be found in your
presence
countless faces to reminisce
but never lose the essence
face issues _ igniting your non
existence.
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