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Black

door killea

He tells me his heart is black as is his soul
his reflection is dark and broody
when he writes the cold, dark thoughts
it is with purpose and unnaturally moody

his face tells a story all of its own
scarred and beautiful at the same time
he cares about nothing, no joy to be found
still I love him so, though he'll never be mine

he always wears black on the outside too
lives and writes, waiting for the end
nothing excites him, cynicism his refrain
and he swears the devil is his only friend


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9wJH2sguJQ

feedback van andere lezers

• yellow
  could be me,
  I own darkness,
  love the waves
  and turned the neon bible
  back in shadows
  
  M.
  killea: could be, but is it?
  xx
  j
• aquaangel
  mooi june
  black is my lifecolour.. X
  killea: Thank you angelface
  xxx
  j
• Mistaker
  Reminds me of Johnny Cash...
  Beautiful poem June, I like it very much though I don't like black.
  
  Greta xx
  
  killea: thank you sweetheart
  xxx
  j
• Kerry
  Nice Killea
  kis K
  killea: thank you, Kerry
  xxx
  June
• GoNo2
  Very good enzovoort
  killea: thank you, Noel
  xxx
  j
• anne
  I'm going to take a look, you made me curious.
  killea: thank you anne
  xxx
  j
• marrik
  Heel herkenbaar inderdaad.Ik mag die gast wel.Het kon ik zijn.
  
  Heel graag gelezen.
  
  X
  M
  killea: Yes, it was written with you in mind
  xxx
  j