Black

by karen   Jul 15, 2006


(i wrote this one when i was 15 as well)

the color of the ravens that sit outside my window on a blackened summers night
the color associated to what music that can be heard pouring out my window on any occasion
sweet smell of freshly baked brownies with dark chocolate frosting
tastes like burnt toast that a young child makes until learning the right way
the cool feeling of shade a solitude in my room when i want to break away from the light of the world to get some sleep

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