Onyx

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{I wrote this in response to an awesome book I read on here on Wattpad. So, this is my response to its masterpiece; purity of poetry.}


I grab a paper and aside of it a pen

I'd give you my world, just tell me when.


Onyx, I wrote, 

I'm looking through the words of my book, maybe there's something in here that I can quote.


My smile took its plunge as a tear escaped me, it faded

it was the corner of my lips that curled,

it was my dignity that I traded.


Onyx, I said again

this time it made so much more sense, it revived that emptiness inside of me and I automatically viewed the sight of a wren.


Onyx, I screamed; louder each time

I tried to get them all together, drafting, storming, outlining..

 It doesn't matter anymore. 

Life doesn't have to be so perfect and nor does it need to rhyme!


I could feel

Colors of all intense sight

I fluttered high like a lost kite.


Ivariably, my lips finally say

that's what I'd always say at the end of such a glorious day.

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