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.