Mitta Xinindlu

They say paradise is only in heaven
But they haven't seen your face like I have.
They haven't been greeted by your smile
and embraced by your words.
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I have gone so high with you.
We have gone to where normal friends wouldn't.
You were not frightened by the cold;
the low temperatures as we rose.
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You are a very bad substance that I got addicted to.
I find your advantages less than your disadvantages.
You make me forget of the important aspects in my life.
You leave me broke and out every time.
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Is it not funny now,
that it is you who is begging to be loved?
Oh! Dear, I was nothing to you but kind.
Boy, bye! Take a bow.
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Songs of sorrow sprung from my heart;
All I could think about was us falling apart.
Your mind was fully alarmed.
As such, there was no time to talk.
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God is my flower.
His fragrance is visible to the naked eye like a light from a tower.
Scent so good, He gives me more than life.
He lightens my blues; Oh! What a perfect Knight.
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I pray that nothing harms you,
Or break your heart, my dear.
I pray for you nothing but goodness,
As no one deserves meaningful prayers like you do.
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You are not whom you seem to be.
You are not even the people you claim to be.
Your personas, your façades represent you daily.
The only time that you are yourselves is when you are, mainly,
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You are a lot to me.
You mean
the sun,
moon and all the stars.
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The man is pure, kind, and amazing.
This man is simple, intelligent, and mesmerising.
He is a leader by birth.
He is down to earth.
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We write messages that brains refuse to read.
We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.
We speak from silenced lips.
Because in empty spaces, we seek.
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When I am dead and alive no more;
could you take that pin of metal
and pin it onto my hair?
Take a bunch of flowers
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Black Man.

Your skin, your arms.
Your face and your chocolate smile.
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I love you because
you make me feel things that I have never felt before.
You erase my pain
and you bring me so much gain.
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What freedom are we to find
when our restless minds
are enslaved under the chains
of human trafficking?
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How can you not appreciate the beauty in your black skin?
Why do you misjudge its value?
Your skin neither cracks nor burns underneath the sun.
Your skin compliments its rays; and in its heat, you stun.
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Remember that day when you knocked on my door?
I wanted to open but because of the cold you had made me feel, I could not.
I wanted to open but because of the lies I have heard from your lips, I could not.
I wanted to open but because of the bruises you have left in my heart, I could not.
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Does it seem blue, or maybe black?
I think it's white although it kind of looks brown.
D'you see the yellow stripes turning into grey?
These colours all symbolize a colour of the dark night.
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My eyes are closed; I'm saddened.
My mind is darkened.
I am lying on my back; my mind is lost.
Having emotionless thoughts.
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I want to inhale
the breath that you exhale.
My heartbeat
should not be
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