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My Dark Beauty

Poetry By: IyakiFangs
Young adult



How I've seen myself for so many years.
I don't ask for simpathy.
Just knowing that you understood me enought to comment would be enopugh.


Submitted:Dec 5, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I stare into the mirror

And take a good long look.

What is it about me?

My moonlight-kissed completion;

My hair, as black as the starless night;

My midnight eyes that are hard to decipher,

Shadowed and lined in the blackest of blacks;

My lips, the color of bloods crimson...............................................

....This is the me that they see....

The person dressed in black

Which they all assume is... evil...

Satanic...

Heartless and cold glances fall upon me in this town

They're miss informed about my appearance.

The truth being far to complex for their feeble minds to comprehend.

Isolated...

Silent...

My eternal night as my only companion....

My brother of the moon by my side.

Trust worthy...

Forgiving...

Understanding...

Caring...

The only one who know the truth behind my mask.

My heart...

Afraid of the light...

Afraid of the constant silence...

We howl to the night sky.

The moonlight allowing the eyes to see...

Seeing the things overlooked during the day...

Allowing the mind to find answers to questions unasked...

Allowing creatures to coexist among each other with a passion to stand strong with in this endless dark...

To get along without outer hatreds.

To live peacefully...

My inner self,

Bright as the Fullest moon,

Knowing...

Leading...

An Alpha and a princess of the night.

Believing in a possible future for all...

I am not what most have expected...

Young but fully intelligent...

Wise and beyond my years...

Still a student, but also a teacher...

The girl in the mirror is stronger now than she would have ever dreamed to have become.

She smiles at me now.

We touch our hands to the glass,

Proud of what we've grown to be...

And that wont ever change...

This girl in the mirror is me,

When my smiles shows in my eyes,

It shall reveal my old soul...

My true self...

The actual spirit inside.

As beautiful and free as a raven...

Spreading it's wings to take flight into the night.....

....My dark beauty...





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