Black Blue Orange Silver They're all my friends They listen to me when I'm strained Rain . I love the rain on my thick coils When they drop down my caramel skin The birds know They know all the secrets Why do they screech at the sign of sunlight And are silent at the black storm? They know true beauty The truth is The beauty is in the mist You can barely see it If you're caught up in the wrong thing . See with beauty, Originality is key Something you rarely see Every human's tryna be A different human being Damn People focused on what's not All day Forget how they used to look Naked and pure. The intention. Stay naked whilst being clothed. Life in its purist form. Bye
