#thatgutwrenchingpoetry

You were written in my destiny Only as the sky Untouchable I can admire you Your presence Only never be with Untouchable When you are a star I am not the dark In my world to be seen Untouchable To fly would be Feel your presence Only never be With you present Untouchable If you are the sun I am only the ray There by your eminence Untouchable You were written in my destiny Known by my heart But my eyes not so Untouchable

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC

sia_morweng

Undestined

You were written in my destiny Only as the sky Untouchable I can admire you Your presence Only never be with Untouchable When you are a star I am not the dark In my world to be seen Untouchable To fly would be Feel your presence Only never be With you present Untouchable If you are the sun I am only the ray There by your eminence Untouchable You were written in my destiny Known by my heart But my eyes not so Untouchable

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Black, I’ve not thought of you as merely a colour. I’ve thought of you as absence, lack of, without… You’re not final, like I’ve come to see, you’re not definite, Already determined. Absent, a picture that is yet to be completed, defined in normalcy accepted by majority. My favourite. I can never say it clearly how I look at you. To me, you have never meant dark. You always meant space to be filled by those deserving, those with colour bright enough to imprint on you and leave a mark. Spot enough, strong enough its not swallowed by the entity you embark. You aren’t but might be, an attractive illusion that’s always invited me to take a step further, embrace my beginning. A strong statement is what you are, being a blank that’s to be filled with memories capable of extinguishing you, yet strong in identity, capable of absorbing any colours coming near you to remain the same without any blemishes, any marks that might indicate memories came and went light enough to leave a mark of their own. There is no wrong match for you as I’ve come to know, it’s a matter of which cannot be overwhelmed by what you are, which can take your nature and maintain theirs at the same time, which can compliment you impeccably, you shine and become a beauty no one could have anticipated. You’re like no other, in saying so, you are what I am called Black.

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Dec 12, 2019

Dec 12, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC

sia_morweng

Black

Black, I’ve not thought of you as merely a colour. I’ve thought of you as absence, lack of, without… You’re not final, like I’ve come to see, you’re not definite, Already determined. Absent, a picture that is yet to be completed, defined in normalcy accepted by majority. My favourite. I can never say it clearly how I look at you. To me, you have never meant dark. You always meant space to be filled by those deserving, those with colour bright enough to imprint on you and leave a mark. Spot enough, strong enough its not swallowed by the entity you embark. You aren’t but might be, an attractive illusion that’s always invited me to take a step further, embrace my beginning. A strong statement is what you are, being a blank that’s to be filled with memories capable of extinguishing you, yet strong in identity, capable of absorbing any colours coming near you to remain the same without any blemishes, any marks that might indicate memories came and went light enough to leave a mark of their own. There is no wrong match for you as I’ve come to know, it’s a matter of which cannot be overwhelmed by what you are, which can take your nature and maintain theirs at the same time, which can compliment you impeccably, you shine and become a beauty no one could have anticipated. You’re like no other, in saying so, you are what I am called Black.

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If I'm mannered By the streets I walk at night Talking to stars I'll visit when my heart busts out of my chest and glory is what I breathe All I know is truth Am I a fighter then?

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC

sia_morweng

Quote .01

If I'm mannered By the streets I walk at night Talking to stars I'll visit when my heart busts out of my chest and glory is what I breathe All I know is truth Am I a fighter then?

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