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Different Lifetime

I could have loved you, you know?

And you could have fallen in love with me.

Maybe in a different lifetime we’ll have that chance.

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I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

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They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

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Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

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If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

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I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

Different

I was never precious or fragile

I was hardly sweet and often too agile

They complain that I’m too much

Others say I’m not enough, as just such

I would never settle and they just can’t understand

I am not theirs to command

I stand out in a world that is full of the-sameness

Familiar

He stared and so did I

Familiar in many ways yet unfamiliar in between

Somewhere we might have crossed paths

In a place familiar and the same

But my mind can’t find where.

We stared at each other

Transfixed for a moment

Everything that seemed familiar never came

Peculiarly Different 

She thought she stuck out like a sore thumb

She thought she was odd

Different 

Peculiar to some

She wanted to be noticed

But never wanted the spotlight

She thought nobody noticed

But he loved every bit of her

Mr Opposite 

We were always opposite

I liked a mug of coffee

He preferred tea

He fell in love with sunsets

While I’ve aways preferred when it rises

He had charm and talked a lot

I kept quite and observed

He was unsure of me

I was certain of him

And that was the biggest opposite we had

Feet Over

The grass is blue

The sky is green

The day becomes night 

And night becomes day

It’s how I feel

It’s what I felt

When you loved me

My feet was over my head

A Different Rain

The rain washes away the pain

But sometimes it reminds me of it

The rain trickles down my window pane

Slowly erasing the past hurt

It reminds me of you

It reminds me of nothing 

It becomes as it is

Just the rain

Full Circle

The road takes me back to where I once was

But I notice slight changes

Things that used to be there, gone

Things that weren’t, appear

And as I walked further I got nearer

To where I once was

But now, I am different 

He Said

He said, “you’re beautiful”

Seeing only what’s outside 

He could have said, “you’re soulful”

Had he known what she was inside 
He said, “you’re smile is captivating”

Not really knowing she was a paradox

He should have  said, “you’re something”

Knowing full well he knows nothing of her
He said many a things 

None of them she felt were real

Because they were just words

And she knows how words can slip by

A Real Surrealist

Feel My Words

The Midnight Ember

An Ember for Thought

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