Black valley— a sheath of dark attar under the fullest moon. I find so beautiful in it’s darkening as my spirit’s rind. Extruded by a forceful wind call,— hoping to run into that, solely being innocence. But is it black; liken to a colour that seems so unclean? Washing bare hands twice; but I can’t wash what I am.
A dark masterpiece,—pretty as many flowers I am, I am this dark flower. I shine brightest in the dark.
Oh Darling, look at what you've done Believed the tall tails of boys instead of the female at your feet But why would you when you have an ego that towers over the David? And you thought it was silly that I gifted you the name Michelangelo I couldn't have picked more right You though have forgotten that I am a master piece of my own creation, sculpted by none other but my own hands and never appreciated by yours And my sweet Michelangelo, if you think to call yourself my muse then you are nothing more than a fool For everything I have been through has led to my life's legacy My family chiselled out the shape My childhood chipped away at the detail And men like you did nothing more than carve in the finishing touches I am a beauty in my own right And as always too much for some to handle, and never fully understood by the rest But still she will live on through the ages So the next time darling that you fall confused, I implore you to simply ask the master herself And you would come to realize that this artist was far too focused on creating to let anyone interfere with her work
You may be fooling everybody else, but you are not fooling me. I can see the show you put on to allow others the comfort of thinking you are okay, even though you are not. You do not want anyone to feel the pain of your shattered glass. The constant jokes and silly stories, used as a distraction to deter them from looking you in your eyes and seeing someone who is still stained from their past. They call you a jokester, and you like it, for you would rather be called goofy than bruised. You leave hints that grant a select few access to peek through the cracks, but hardly ever letting them see it all. If someone were to ask you, would you draw back the curtains and show them the full work in progress? I want you to realize that a stained glass window is more beautiful than a clean and clear one. You have the ability to show others that although previously broken, a stained glass window can become a masterpiece.
Shes breaking inside, Leaving behind shattered fragments of who she used to be. Hes lost but following, A trail of something deep with no end that he can see. Hes closing in on her, As is her fear. But she lead him to a destination, Without knowing it is here. And now he has arrived, With the piece That will transform them Into a masterpiece.
On a blank space you were like the color yellow as bright as the sun that we share in this lifetime In open arms You have held me while I was feeling blue together my love Our green minds Made love and created another masterpiece in this canvas of life