Yearning for that touch

Just a brush

Infused with lust

In you I trust

To get me there

No matter how

No matter where 

Now 

Everything is on the table

I beg 

Unlock my demons

Fill me up until I’m fed

I can take control of the boat

And be the captain instead 

We can get there

Together 

Just take my hand

As we uncover the land

Marked with beauty

And the exposed man

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I self reflect

On the moments I felt the best

It’s the quite moments in my life

Sitting on a bench

As the time ticks by

I’m alone

But satisfied with my solitude 

Few things that worry me

Head cured from the plague 
That is my anxiety and existentialism  

Just I
Alone

As the trees whisper to each other

And the wind plays with their hair

I look at the beauty of it all

Holding the wind in my nose

And releasing all the negativity 

In a rhythmic pattern that soothes the soul

I feel in control 

Like this moment will last 

As long as I stay

Away from my problems 

That await when I return

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It hurts to think

That you will never see me

Other 

Than a black thing

Have you ever had your coffee 

Black 

Or do you prefer it lightened 

Would you have liked me

If

I was as white as the milk

You pour in your drink 

Or as white and sweet

As the sugar you put in coffee 

Your last cup was just milk

Maybe a hint of color

But I am just brown 

Is that why 

Cause I’m darker than her

Not sweet enough 

Do you see me as something 

That will stain your teeth

And your white shirt if I spill

That’s what I feel 

You would never like 

Me

Because I’m a 

Black thing 

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It’s the pleasure 

To know my company is necessary 

Held to the staure of a king 

Better yet a Queen

To whom I’m measured

To be wanted like I was the last cup

And this terrain was the desert

When I arrive 

It’s like they would of died

Without me here

Screaming and cheering

That admiration 

I always wanted

To be told I’m loved 

Like a reiteration 

That sensation 

I have yet to grasp

Just something left to rot

In the tall burnt grass

​© Naegaraki