Heartsease

Beige wall

My dear girl,
I've seen you dancing around
in delicate moves
twirling in your purple pajamas,
humming your favourite song,
pretending to be a ballerina in silver attire
and a daffy grin playing on your lips.
You thought no one is watching
but darling, did you forget
that I never sleep!?

My dear girl,
I've seen you trying so hard
to keep up with the forty seconds plank
and a hundred jumping jacks
falling on your knees,
clenching your stomach,
your brown eyes drooping,
the pain evident on your pretty round face.
Oh darling, if only you knew
the countless times I wished
to tell you how beautiful you are,
the countless times I wished
to engulf you in a warm hug
and tell you that the size of your waist doesn't define you.

My dear girl,
I've seen you seated on your desk
twirling the pen in your hand
cramming your brain to find some words
and organize them into a piece of art, you call it poetry,
a wide smile spreading on your lips
when you read it out loud and is contented with the outcome
but darling, you never noticed
that you yourself is a piece of art,
with a tender heart and a beautiful mind.

My dear girl,
I realised that you have grown up
when one fine day a stranger visited,
peeled off my pink skin and painted on me the shades of white and beige.
The stickers of Mickey and Minnie you pasted on your bookshelf
were finally gone, replaced by stick notes of formulas and timetables.
Oh darling, how much I miss your younger self,
who would paint flowers and write alphabets on me.

My dear girl,
I've heard your weeps and muffled sobs
when the clock struck one and you can't sleep,
a whirlwind of sorrow flowing through your veins
suppressing them, or your sister would wake up.
Oh darling, I wish I had hands
to wipe off that tears cascading down the brown orbs.
No,the darkness doesn't let me see,
but I know it is there.

My dear girl,
If only I had the power to speak,
I'd tell you a thousand stories
of all the time you spent
in this small space enclosed by me,
of all the time I wanted to chase away your sorrows
of all the time until,
you grew up and finally left.

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A/N

If the beige walls of my room could speak, I guess this would be it. ^^