in which i like the color black

in which i like the color black,
shadows of deepest mournings
where the darkest secrets lurk
and the red eyes flash warningly.

in which i like the color black,
and all the colors mixed within,
swirling pools of memories to look back
on and reminisce.

in which i like the color black
and the lack of bias it shows.
whatever color comes it accepts,
and the addition of red forms a dark rose.

in which i like the color black
its ability to absorb fire
and the coolness that surrounds its tracks
of unruffled politeness and ire.

in which i like the color black,
and can not dream of white,
in which i like the color black,
the deep-seated mystery of the night.

Apologies about the lack of posts two days this week. The beginning of school is a bit hectic, so my schedules still might be a little off. 🙂

Anyways, thanks for reading!