In the whispers of black, I can hide all my secrets,
Stash all my faults, and spread all my guilts.
Deep in the shadows of black, I can change who I am,
I can be anyone, I can be with whom I shouldn't.
Black is as simple as it gets, and as complicated as it comes.
Black allows me to feel released from repentance,
And consoles all the lost thoughts of angst in my mind.
It is not nothing. To me, it is everything.
The depths of black, conjure thoughts and illusions;
In the starry nights, I look up to the black sky
And wish upon the endless universe, deep and beyond.
In the black night, I blow kisses to mystery and wait in a shadow.
Black is not nothing. To me, it is everything.
Author notes
my fav. constellation, Orion.
A contest entry
- Why do you love the color Black? by Lj-.
350 points, ended March 24, 2007, 12 entries
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Very cool. I really like the inspiration.
Thank you for entering,
Good luck!
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This is why ....
.... it's my favorite color. Nicely done.
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thanks
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Good Luck.
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That is an awesome reason for loving the color black. I love every line in this. It speaks volumes. I just love it. This is defenetly one of my favorites of yours. Such a great write.
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