Misty Green mixed with a little Grey,
was to no avail they say,
when they tried to open those.
I wished I could keep them close
to me and never let it get shut forever.
There was deep sorrow in those jewels
even though the face was lit with a smile.
A bright fake one.
It doused a fire that was burning low.
I watched fingers fail to grasp the flowers
once much loved,
that sent a delightful ecstasy rarely through those
sad streaked jewels.
I saw lips failing to move to form the words
that once voiced the truth, the lies and everything.
It was shut forever
like a heart that is padlocked
and the key thrown into the sea.
Soon as time passes by, it will rust.Forgotten, untold, unopened, dead.