I was reading my favorite poem,
I was twirling in my dress,
I had taught the animals to speak,
I was the Princess to guide you to the stars,
Constantly losing and constantly gaining,
Constantly retracing and constantly pacing,
Constantly sleeping and constantly awakening,
Constantly hurting and constantly laughing,
Constantly falling and constantly growing,
Constantly tiring and constantly pumping,
Constantly dying and constantly living.
It confuses me sometimes,
How we learnt to live this way,
Unsure, unwilling, unhappy yet brave,
Wishing for a longer night,
Hoping for a better day,
Unabashed for who we are,
Unaware of who we may,
Seconds seeming longer to hold,
Years passing without a trace,
Running without direction around a maze,
Yearning for opportunities to wait,
If only life could pause a moment,
Everything would perhaps fall into place.
Birthed in the same cave,
We spent our first and last moments together,
Unknown of each other.
Captured by the same butcher,
Cut off and separated apart,
Unaware of the presence of each other.
Cast by the same hands,
Molded into similar shapes,
Smelling breaths of each other.
Staying close to one another.
Broken and twirled,
Fixed and swirled,
We look like each other.
Running on the same paths,
Desperate, lonely, tireless and adamant,
Constantly searching for each other,
My brother, My pal.
Pink Pink Everywhere,
Not a bit of flesh to spare!
Pink pink everywhere,
Not a tiny soul to care!
Flowers on the front garden,
A lake at the back,
A perch for birds at the top,
A cage for the girl in that.
He caressed the plantation around,
Filled in music in the air.
Granted love in and about,
Crushed the one that longed in there.
She lived her life in dismay and despair,
He was different in her eyes and ear,
Something else she heard and thought,
Something else she saw and felt.
Her fear was pointless, they said.
Her words proved to be meaningless.
But she knew in her heart,
His mask hid an ugly head.
The world only saw what he showed,
They believed what he told,
None made an effort to look,
Inside the house beautiful and bold.
Pink pink everywhere they saw,
Pink pink he bestowed.
The pink was not cultivated anywhere,
It was her he cut through.