Color, one word, thousands of references It is an illusion, science perhaps may explain it But people have utterly transformed its definition over the past decades Is it pride? Is it wealth you carry within you once you are born precious yet so fragile?
Define it for me Release the inner load of prejudiced assumptions Passed down from generation to generation Do not be afraid to speak your mind For you are enlightening me Go on, define it for me
Red, orange, blue and green Purple, pink, white and colors we've already seen Came in touch with, and accepted for what they seem Whom we do not hesitate adoring, whilst waiting for what more of them there is to see
Colors, beautiful bundles of joy Billions of them undiscovered Yet willing to view And yet unwilling to embrace one another solely because our skin tone is a shade darker, or a shade lighter?
I'm sorry, I thought we loved the thought of not having to unlock our gates to gardens full of plain, dark pigmented red roses There's got to be the lighter pigmented ones and the yet to blossom ones The ones that are yet to be labeled By humanity's impaired vision
What is that thing that is called love? Some people believe it is a gift from above
Others say it brings nothing but pain Maybe it is a one way train When you take your path You could never go back again
It may take you to the happiness door Or maybe make you taste life's sore!
Maybe love is just like the rain You never know how hard it would be Or how long it would last Love could come so fast I mean love from the first sight Or it could take so long time to be meant to be.. to be so right Love could put you into darkness And could bring you the brightest light!
Love is like the fire Such a mysterious desire But weather it is going to warm your heart Or burn your home You can never forsee it from the start You can never tell If It is going to lead you to heavens Or is it going to lead you to ****!
Love could take you from the cold And make you feel so warm Love is like a rose Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!
Love could be like glass If you dropp it, it shatters And never be put completly back together But love can also be like porceline Never cracks & stays forever
It is so strange How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? ! A small word but with so many question marks It is such a complicated feeling That confuses any human being
Love is so precious Love is a treasure Love is not cheap Love is when you can't fall asleep For reality is better than dreams And life is sweeter than it seams
Love comes from the heart Not the brain You don't know when it starts You don't think about it You just feel it over and over again
Love is not Just the saying of words But the giving of one self Love is caring Love is daring And most of All Love is sharing
Love is not to live in fears Love is not a matter of counting years But making the years count
Love is Telling, listening, understanding, Respecting the truth and never pretending True love does NOT have a happy ending! True love does NOT have an ending!
Love.. some say it is blind But I say Love gives you a third eye To make it easy for you to find Who is worthy? ! !
“Define me in one word”, I said Hope gleaming in my eyes and an anxiety of the unknown twisting, gripping, turning my gut. You laughed lightly; beautifully flashing your perfect, perfect teeth You ****** in a sharp breath, Rolled your eyes back as if the word was glued to the inner of your skull Fidgeted. A dry, humourless laugh croaked past through my lips "Hot!" You said through your slightly smirking lips And I bit back the floods that welled my eyes the bile that rose up my throat as I realised the humiliation that I had reduced myself to. And The silence punctuated all the words unspoken.
There are those who wear masks to hide, Those who wear masks to show us what they stand for, to inspire, to unite, to define, to strike fear, There are those who wear masks to protect themselves. And there are those who wear masks to protect us all.