Dancing
To the rhythm
Of her heart
Beating in
Her ears
She fell in love
Again.
With herself.
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Tag: black
Your Name.
Cut me open
And I will bleed
Poetry
That whispers
Your name.
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Dreams.
And as she
Wiped
The dreams
Spilling
Out of her
Eyes,
She realised
They resided
In every
Nook
And bend
Of her.
They complete her.
They compliment her.
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Her Eyes.
And as I
Stared
Into her eyes,
I saw the
Depths
I could drown
In and
Never be
Found again;
Dark and
Bottomless.
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BLACK.
BLACK, THICK AND OPAQUE.BLACK, THICK AND OPAQUE.Through the looking-glass, they saw darkness.
All they saw was black, thick and opaque.
Her eyes were a different story.
What she saw was the beauty that is dark.
What she saw was her imagination running wild.
What she saw were the possibilities. Bright and new.
And, all she felt was a comfort that was bone deep.
She felt the ring of familiarity.
She knew the darkness.
It embraced her from the inside out.
It was a part of her.
It was her.
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