Black is the cloud,
Black is the night,
Black is the darkness,
That envelopes with a might.
Black are the eyes,
Black is your soul,
Black is the heart,
Menacing in every role.
Black is your dress,
Black is the shoe,
Black is the lace,
That with lust peeks through.
Black is your move,
Black is your touch,
Your black selfishness,
With no efforts much.
Black is my death,
In your dark, dark meadow.
No wonder they call you
The devilish Black Widow.
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PS: Dark female characters in movies and books are so much better than miss goody two shoes girls.
Heart is red no…
Nice poem! It makes me think…
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Thank you… Sometimes being bitchy is so much more interesting…
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You were being bitchy?
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It is an extraction from the poem!
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ohhh you were calling urself a bitch?
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Yes. I am a bitch. Happy? 😀
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But i always knew that na…abhi why ill be happy?
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Yes, I improved in my bitchiness after taking you on as my Guru.
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its the villians the black who make the movie exciting 🙂 don’t they ..
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They totally do. Like cat woman in the dark knight rises.
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