What drives fear into our brains to create things
that we cannot even fathom.
A completely different reality glazed in
the serendipitous ocean of sunshine and rainbows.
The cards fold, one love
Love pouring through these fingers
To paint a picture of my soul
So that you may never forget me
What perfect vessel of pain is this, the same one
That if I hadn't tried to carry
my heart
It wouldn't be broken,
My mind wouldn't race to you every chance that I have
Alive and well, but somehow very shaken
Real imitates real...
Roses pain themselves red,
The hatter claims himself sane
Is this real or am I falling ill,
Imitation is only flattering when you can
Figure out the most real of them all.
What type of love is this?
If you smile, I smile to
If you scream, I'll scream to
Insanity is only believing in doing
The same thing
Over and over again
Thinking it is gonna make a difference.
The difference is that I feel like
Around you,
I'm safe...
Your smile like a ray of sunshine streaming
From the everlasting arms of Jesus himself
Your laugh
Has me falling so hard for you
It's almost like, I'm myself with you
Don't get me fooled
And tell me that you just want one thing
For in the blink of an eye things so happen
To be so sacred that to
The listening ear it almost seems to be
One of the same stories in our history books
When you hurt, I hurt too
When the heart is heavy what does one do
Pray because it wasn't my intention to
Fall in love with you!
In all of your ways
It's the way you aren't afraid to be yourself
Around me
The way you can carry a conversation for so long
The way you look at me when you think I don't notice
I can tell.
And when a man finds a woman
He finds a good thing!
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Asylum: Afro-American Poetry for the mind.
PoetryAfro-American Tales for the American mind. Poetry is my favorite thing due to the fact that there is so much raw material to reach. This poetry is a bit different than others. This is a tale of black indifference to the white man, interracial rela...
