OBSIDIAN
|12•2019|
How beautiful an orange sunset is,
But nothing beats the darkness of a night.
The vast stretch of ebony skies above
Brings back your presence, so vivid and bright.
The dark, burning coal may start up a flame,
Just like how sparks fly when singing your name.
Like a bell's ring in the morning it wakes
Up a glossy obsidian heart of kings.
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Love Not Given Meaning
PoetryWhat does it feel to fall in love, be in love, and fall out of love? What does it feel when you like someone, but you don't have the courage to tell them? What does it feel like to discover a feeling so wonderful and beautiful it feels like it becom...
