I was such a child.

I was such a child.
You were on my pedestal, your face was an inspiration. I was such a child.
You were someone who said 'hush,sweetheart' , and I smiled and kept quiet. I was such a child.
You subtly entwined my dreams along with yours, and it never dawned on my nerves. I was such a child.
I chased all those dreams, and worked towards something that was never to be mine. I was such a child.

Your home was apparently mine, however my voice could never be recognized there. I laughed it away with comical foolishness.
Your hands were to lead me to the better, but they always lay so cold, harsh and misleading on mine.
You said our love was native, I nodded like a child. I never belonged to your land.
Your impudent ignorance, I forgave on the names of Time.
Your immodest talent was applauded for by me, like a child's ultimate joy.
I was such a child.

Today,
your face mocks at my innocent faith,
your words in the past laugh boisterously priding on its hypocrisy.
While you my friend,
your body, your hands, your legs, your chest.... frisk through a nascent world,
a world you said was once your nightmare,
today you frisk, float, indulge and submerge into its layers,
...while my inspiration in you is as dead as my belief in your words.


 -Nil.