La vie en rose

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS

the blackness of my blackness was almost white

so back you see white

It is so hot you feel ice cold

It is so dark that it blinds your eyes

My blackness of my blackness

so deep you might fall through

so scary you might not sleep

so serous you will never luagh

My blackness of my blackness

What a Wonderful World

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS

the blackness of my my blackness
is hiding my inner whackness
the black is yourself you keep away from them all
moments and memories you don’t wanna recall
feelings that one shall hold
secrets that will never be told
emotions that you don’t want people to know about you
what you don’t know, is that they have them too
because feeling are contagious like the swine flu
the true question is, are you going to break through

Dream a Little Dream of me

Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS
I am black and blue, I wish it wasn’t true
I am not sure how I got this way, and how my world became so grey
I am not sure why all the colors are gone, all I can do at this point is yawn
I wish the world was purple and pink, my wish comes true in a instant blink

What A Wonderful World

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS
Every morning, I walk through the doors of Starbucks
It is the same thing each morning at 7:45: coffee. Black coffee.
I like my coffee black because I’m bad at making decisions.
I don’t know whether to have two Splenda’s or maybe one?
Cream, or no cream? Syrup, or no syrup? Sigh.
So I just have my coffee black; just plain blackness of caffeine.

When You're Smiling :)

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The Blackness of My Blackness

The blackness of my blackness,

Implies some sort of depth,

A stone cold seriousness

That I had never really felt.

But lately I’ve been stuck inside my head,

With countless words to speak,

More than I have ever read,

But I refuse to make a peep.

The blackness of my blackness,

Is the silence that I live,

And every time I write about this

I feel like something’s gonna give.

What a Wonderful World

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS


THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS
ISNT ACTUALLY WACKNESS
THERE ARE SOME GOOD
TO COMPLEMENT THE BAD
BUT THE BLACKNESS SOMETIMES MAKES ME SAD
AND FIND MYSELF LIVING LIFE A WAY A NEVER HAD
GRABBING, TUGGING AND PULLING ME IN
BUT THE TRUE BLACKNESS IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
BUT THEY SAY THE NIGHT IS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN
BEFORE I KNOW IT THE BLACKNESS IS GONE

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Louis Armstrong

THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS
The blackness of my blackness
I am black, blue, orange
I am all of the colors in one,
and the blackness of my blackness.

When the sky is black,
so am I.
And the blackness of my blackness
takes over who I am.
It is less of me, but more of me.
I can’t seem to understand who I ought to be.

It is the blackness of my blackness
that makes me who I am.
Although it takes away the colors and the brightness,
It brings the sorrow and the sadness.