Love Is Just Another Color
Love can be black and white like a film.
Love plays throughout our life times.
Love is like a picture that has a 1000 words of enjoyment and disappointments.
But it sure is worth everything.
The pain, the enjoyment, and everything it made up to be.
Love can hurt us but we can't hurt it.
But if there's one thing I sure do know about love is,
it's sure damn hard to hold on to.
Gay people deserved to be love too, as for all the rest as well.
Love is a rainbow, when it rains red rose petals.
Yet it dances like lights in the sky, made of bright blue dye.
Holding together as if time fell apart and
still it doesn't seem to lose its thought of it's reason.
Its image was made of greenish brown dried leaves,
only to be coating in grey steel for eternity.
It finishing touch is of pure yellow skin,
yet becomes bruised from heartache's end.
I wonder if a feeling looks pink and purple,
cause once you put a ring on your mate,
they stop to breathe, and look at the colors of a rainbow left from the breeze.
And the last words they see in the sky is
"I do believe in miracles, because you were brought to me."
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Mafi Grey
I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet
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