Skin as soft as roses and eyes as dark as coal, smile as white as snow, and heart quite full.
But not for long because something stronger always breaks the mold.
The roses are wilted and my hands have been cut by thorns, the coal has been burned, and the winter months are no more.
The heart has been splintered and shattered, broken in two, these are some things love does to you.
Crystals and diamonds, Green tree tops, singing birds.
Some call it gushy and rather absurd to speak these words, but to me, they all should be heard.
The diamonds and crystals are merely stones, the trees have been chopped, and the birds shot down, all in show of dominance.
The world is a nasty, cruel, vile place, I'm ashamed to be part of the human race. With those who believe skin colour and sexuality defines who you are, are those who are wrong, do you see what I'm getting at? It doesn't take long to realise this life we live - it's a lie.
We are not free and we are not allowed to die peacefully unless we are rich or famous or have some sort of thing that managed to tame us.
This is something we all should be shameful of.

- Ariah Christman