I've grown blue
An awful colour for my torment
Suffering in the heat of my compassion
I've grown silent
Burdened with words
Stinging the creases of my smile
A life so simple
Yet it's torturous gaze
Burning the thinness of my flesh
Hushed!
My face had grown an awful green
Of envy
Tearing at my feet
As I'd wished to journey the lives
Of the soulless beings the lingered in my path
I've grown awful parched
Yearning for the waters of the rich
Maybe my life would run easy then
I've grown sadder in the gaze of my mother
Living in the barren lands of her worries
It's hard to look her in the eye
The hunger of my questions
Only grows , in my mouthful of 'whys'
It was easy when I was a child
I've grown furious
At the creases of my age
A gaze fed with a reality of the hardships of my time
Luxury a figment to the mind
Spread your wings and fly
My wings have crippled in the sky
I've grown sour
As the lemons shy from the tree
Hidden within the glory of my youth
Suddenly to far for me to reach
I've grown tired
As my lungs flare at my pain
I've learnt the harshness of the air in my veins
I've grown cold
In the winters of my pride
Dance in the echoes
Here comes the bride
I've grown , in the furiousness of my own growth
I am awful tired of growing