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Sunday, January 26, 2025

"Black Tiles"


 By Arcassin B


I still pray your that innocent girl I used to be with,

Before my anxiety got in the way,

Still hope the flowers bloom when you come to town,

And the sun could burn you tender in the day,

When your skin was as soft as the words I'd say to you,

The things I'd convey to you wasn't for the sake of vein,

But from one hurt person to another,

I trusted very few,

I hope your reflection is still as vibrant as the lake,

Ripples dripping out of reality if I ever got to hold you

again,

Kiss you again,

Take you back in heartbeat,

Be with you till the stopping of my heart.


How am I doing now?

Very sane , Melanin strengthens in black tiles,

Protecting the energy,

But never back down , being who I am,

We grown now , no time to reminisce,

I made mistakes,

The old me couldn't take,

Being a kid coming up was never easy,

I just really wish you could see me.








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