"May I?" gestures the man's hand, sliding fingers with the love of his life.

"Take me" "Take me somewhere I'll forever disregard the absence of emptiness"

Eyes speak louder than lips

Tears speak louder than gestures

Color, one word, thousands of references
It is an illusion, science perhaps may explain it
But people have utterly transformed its definition over the past decades
Is it pride? Is it wealth you carry within you once you are born precious yet so fragile?

Define it for me
Release the inner load of prejudiced assumptions
Passed down from generation to generation
Do not be afraid to speak your mind
For you are enlightening me
Go on, define it for me

Red, orange, blue and green
Purple, pink, white and colors we've already seen
Came in touch with, and accepted for what they seem
Whom we do not hesitate adoring, whilst waiting for what more of them there is to see

Colors, beautiful bundles of joy
Billions of them undiscovered
Yet willing to view
And yet unwilling to embrace one another solely because our skin tone is a shade darker, or a shade lighter?

I'm sorry, I thought we loved the thought of not having to unlock our gates to gardens full of plain, light pigmented roses
There's got to be the darker pigmented ones, and the yet to blossom ones
The ones that are yet to be labeled
By humanity's impaired vision

One, two, three... pop
Pimples, all gone
Brush, brush, brush... swift
Any more imperfections to hide? Nope, all clear

Now tell me mirror, is it pureness that you see?
For this is not me, nor what I intend to be
Watching me grow from dauntless to wanting to appear so dear
Oh how I wish I could polish the years of society's willingness to rule me so utterly
Its' footsteps stomping its' way down my back, still, I persevere...

Tell me mirror, does it hurt?
Does it hurt witnessing me go all the way from oh so untethered to oh no, petrified of every little flaw?
Does it hurt viewing my eyes water as I double-check just to make sure?
To make sure no living soul feels intimidated by natural flaw?
If so, does it tare you little by little inside?

Forced to look me in the eye, whilst the words 'not good enough' appear on my forehead
Does it **** you more more inside as you grow old, glass getting rusty, not being able to tell me how beautiful in fact I am?

Love is in the air they say
It is invisible to one's curious desire
But when I looked into your eyes, dazzled
It was then, my gut's feeling I surrendered

But those were the good old days, my love
See the soul may in fact change
It simply does not live by the same ol' rebellious heart, as it has grown old
Feelings like dust, attitude like grain

It pains me to say I've moved on
Found a brand new pair of crystal blue eyes to gaze in awe
A new pair of hands that are there to save me
I did not fail to find a pair of lips that are surely nice to look at
Although I must admit they do resemble yours

So if I happen to be floating in your mind driven ocean for a while now
I have moved on, for feelings are just as sensitive as dust
You sweep 'em, you lose 'em
After all, one gets tired of the same old, same old