Mitta Xinindlu Poems

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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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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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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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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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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You up and left me for her.
You left all that we had dreamt of just like that.
You forgot all about what we stood for.
Now that there is someone to love me, you want me back.
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