Black

Falling down to sleep, dear black sheep. "Black can be beautiful."

"From the colour of her skin to her matte nail polish. The curve of her hips to the span of her arms. Her black is beautiful. It's in her soul, her character, her love. Black is stronger than you'll ever know. One little drop of black changes the complete colour scale. Turning hues to shades, changing the entire flavour. Oh how black made me fall, I'm still falling. I declare it to be true, black is beautiful, celebrated, imitated, or originally created. If it's natural beauty from inside or someone had it applied. It's beautiful, on her sisters, misters, or not. I thank her parents for creating such a colour, the gift of black. Because it made me fall and I fall hard, it's just a shame that white isn't her favourite chocolate. I get a feeling that she'll never need me again, but I stand by my statement. Black is beautiful. some may see a disaster at hand, I see a wish being fulfilled. Some blame a drink too many, I blame luck. Life's wonderous ways, fate. Because until the very end, until the very last date, I'm well aware that I am too in love with you. So thank you, black. You opened my eyes to a whole new life."