He approaches, from a completely different background. He sees an odd, irregular image Minding its own business.
He approaches and the image moves. The irregular image faces him as he admires it. It is smothered in beauty, So much, but he doesn't understand it.
She, the image, sees him too. She falls in love with his body's outline, But when he steps into the light, She doesn't understand her love anymore.
Mutual love was clouded by race.
Eventually, they learned to love their differences. They created art through their differences; Contrasting colours thrived in their newly ordained similarities - obtained through love.
Multi-racial relationships are the artwork of humankind.
Multi-racial relationships excite me. They remind me that even the most different people can still thrive together despite their differences. But, I'm not one to partake because I feel that it's too much for me. There's a huge amount of responsibility needed in respect and consideration.
Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami.
Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.
All drowning in the nightmarish truth of actually being smothered in tears of a blue eyed-giant as they fell from the sky of that big blue eye’s, dead decapitated face. A face severed on a head that hid a heavenly chateaus inside a false impersonated globe forever resting among the stars.
Inside housed all kinds of dimensional beings rarely ever seen but all known to possess legendary archaic features. They mastered all the realms and lastly rule our skies. They are cold warriors of combat- handled by their deadly grace, poisonous envy, blinding halos, and suffocating wings…
Oh such undeniably divine things!
First plucked from you, then stolen from me!
A conscious belief known only by those who wish to remain unseen
as we become the common theory of all your pretty inanities.
I am a paradox "I have loved you" In the many lives That inhabit this space, Each time we meet its never The same, but something Always got in the way, Time, Space, Existence, Every plain of reality I miss you, or taken before Love can grow, we are apart But I will travel every existence To have you once again in my Arms, Heart, Thoughts So many places, the same but "Different" I am losing faith that there Is a reality where we are together Once more, I will travel every existence to Once again to capture you *before you fall,