Beauty
of A Heart Blacked
Brown
Eyes pierced deep with beauty
Yellow skin
glowing bronze.
Red, fiery hair
is a chaos of curls into the wind
Smile upon these
lips so devious and lovely
Heart blacked
never hurt with pain, but
Content with
contentment.
I have no
friends here, yet
I am not lonely
I have no love
here, yet
I am loved
Heart blacked
never fills with hate, but
Cursed with
resentment.
Why is this
black heart so content, yet
Full of
resentment?
The life I made
was never mine, yet mine all along.
It is full of
people I hate to love and love to hate
Heart blacked
never needing it, but
Always having
it.
Brown eyes
pierced deep into beauty
Yellow skin
glowing bronze
Red, fiery hair
is a chaos of curls into the wind
Smile upon these
lips so devious and lovely
Curved body
scratched and marked, yet adored
Heart blacked
with resenting contentment of my future form.
By:
Zenita
Moody
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