After Joy Comes Misery
I am the sweetest Fool ever known
A Black soul of love unsown
A description so strange, you wonder why
To tell you the truth, you’d begin to cry
For I do love a lover’s love
So limitless like the sky above
But even the sky has an end
Where nothingness and darkness starts it trend
So I guess my love limits has finally reach
And the holes in my heart has spoken their speech
And shown me to embrace the loving hate
It also brings joy and happiness, in of its own state
You may be confused, the loving hate?
It’s a dish served cold on a black plate
It’s as mellow and sweet as a home cook meal
It’s the feeling of no feeling, a deal of no deal
With its joy loneliness is around the corner
Oh how I wish this dark joy can last much longer
But all good things must come to an end
And once again sadness becomes my friend
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poem by Reginald Francois
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