Everything fails here
Fails utterly
Fails bitterly...
The confessions that I seek to make
Are so dark
Perhaps the ink would read
Only black.
The magic that amused once
Now torments the very soul
With the name that it is given;
Black.
I still love it
As nothing will change now;
For what I have is black,
What will remain is black.
7 comments:
hmmmmmmm.. BLACK is good too.. what will other colors be without a BLACK..
plus these days I like black too and am trying to be black:) change myself
Bikram's
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@ SiM: Your comment is like, in the moments of utter despair you sing a song and sbdy cheers, "encore"! Liked it.
@ Bikram:
Black is beautiful indeed.Nothing grows on it. :)
Black is Beautiful
Just loved the lat two lines !! :)
WOW :)
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