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Darkness Hides nothing,
all revealing itself, in the subconsciousness of the Black Rose,
a Rose filled with nothingness,
Petals are not felt by those who touch them,
therefore, there is not a rose, but a memory,
of something that shall be lost as long as there is light beneath the darkness,
Silver Paintings on the wall,
a small flash of light covers them all,
unable to see, you hide in fear, afraid of what they will think,
afraid of what will come, when you come out to them,
telling them that you are different,
when, in reality, it is them who are different,
and it is them who should be asking us for forgiveness....
Lightened Rose, of pink and Pleasure,
why do you hide yourself beneath the night,
as tho not to be seen, but simply scratched,
like chalk on the wall,
willing yourself to be dawned into the Darkness of the Heart that now is real.
What do you do, when all you need to do,
is be yourself...
Why are we, simple flowers in a garden,
not chosen by the gardener, to grow as we are meant to,
why must we hide in the shadow of the night,
praying to outselves that there will not be anymore harm done to us because we are different..
Life is a shadow, given light to reveal, that which must be kept a secret....
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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