Apr 2020
Her ebony hair fell down across shoulders like a thick storm curtain
Tied knots around fingers like drawstrings
And I have not ever seen such a beautiful display of heartache
In ebony locks a tragedy is written
A paragraph in each strand
And in hands she cradles pieces of what is left of her intertwined emotions
Her ebony heart cracked open wide
Toppled over
Empty of love
Tied knots around fingers like drawstrings
And I have not ever seen such a beautiful display of heartache
In ebony locks a tragedy is written
A paragraph in each strand
And in hands she cradles pieces of what is left of her intertwined emotions
Her ebony heart cracked open wide
Toppled over
Empty of love
About no one in real life just a moment of inspiration I had while randomly reading an article with the word ebony in it. It's a beautiful word. An especially beautiful word considering it is a synonym for black.
