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She bleeds deep into her within - thorns
Coughs up a petal or two every giggle
Fine dark hair and skin like chocolate
Believes in being a mess - black rose
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Heart too heavy and soul far too dead
Doesn't even float on the dead sea
Galloping past herself - black beauty
Unreigned she sees not what you do
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Refusing to believe you she'll try drowning
You'll watch her run on water and away
There she goes believing not in herself
She can't even give anyone any proof
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Rose blooming through parted lips
Will you pull it out, putting her down
The woman who draws too many in
While believing she's nothing admirable
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What if one drawn in wasn't just there
What if that one broke her walls down
Enough to steal the scent and sight
Of that black rose that is her true soul
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Blood beading on her lip - drip drop
Lone thorn pierces her cracked skin
Heart on her sleeve, and self walled in
Lips and glistening orbs connect - close
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Unwavering and the parting bare minimal
Orbs take you into her deep dark soul
Flashlight to floodlights, light her up
Electricity dancing between both souls
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You and I, best moment is yet to come
Every single next feels like the best
And so was the past even - now white
Sakura in bloom and under the mistletoe
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Unexpected to everyone else they both
Now were standing on the water that
Everyone else was diving right into
If Disney were real, she would transform
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Little black dress knew not of this life
Where not one inch of her was in shadow
Yet the light wasn't blinding - no vampire
Non-swimmer a mermaid when together
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Not all easy because now people came
They saw someone within her walls
Threaten to drive out that one light
She began to fight it back - black - white
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Black of mystery and white so enchanted
Now in a mix like an ordinary mammal
Young fairy who was an angel of light
Reveal more radiance than others knew
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It was still a battle in the calico costume
Dusty brown patches a proof of tussle
Together despite bringing more resistance
Overthrowing until it's all white - snowy
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It's freezing and she's always cold, but
The larger hands were home to hers
Dancing no matter where, holding even
That resistance squad tight
YOU ARE READING
Me.
PoesíaThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...