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it's the colour
of the truth...
it's the colour
you can not cover
it's that one thing
we manage to blunder.
its the mindset of
a million teenagers
is the fear
of a billion parents.
it's the first thing
you think of
when someone dies,
it's a colour
that only the young buy.
it's today and tomorrow
it's the future and past,
black my dear friend
is a colour that always will last.
black never goes out of style,
you'll be stuck with it 
for quite some while.
once you go black
it's quite hard to come back
whats reality anyways
vibrant and desolate
most of the days,
black you can count on
black is there.
you can hide yourself
wrapped up in the dark
you can tear yourself out
and not be a part.
you can be different and 
never will fade
cause remember my dears
the colour of dried blood
on your razor blades.
no wonder parents fear
and they sigh
asking their god
why, just why.
but black is normal
and perfectly healthy
c'mon my dears
it's the colour of the french
and itialian wealthy,
but also the artists
gansters and theives
but when you're wearing black
nobody can see
you heart pinned to your sleeve.
you are safe in a world
hidden to those
who are outside the drape
who don't understand the black concept...
we're safe from the lies
being black
is being real.
being black..
is something you feel.
becuase my darling
when you wear black
you still are the truth
you hide the lies
to our demise...
when you have no colour
your soul is the colour,
the motion and glam
sparkle in your eyes.
Yes... dressing in all black
is a thing for the wise.


xoxo
Kyelle

Posted: 2005-02-18 03:08:26 UTC

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