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“We” We laugh as if the shackles have been lifted from our throats, It seems like we have met before in a pa

“We”
We laugh as if the shackles have been lifted from our throats,
It seems like we have met before in a parallel universe. You tell me that you love me, in a foreign language.
I allow myself to be wind that comforts you.
When there is no one in the room we hunt each other with our eyes.

For a moment I forget that you and I were the product of the war between evil and good,
that my ancestors slaughtered and enslaved yours. I forget that history had forbidden us from being with each other.
Even God himself had exiled our love from heaven.

You say you love my cocoa-colored skin, and that it reminds you of the earth.
I think about the same earth that devoured your tribe, and left only few.
How can you look at me and not feel like you are betraying those who live beneath the ground?

Our love stands on the weeping bones of your people.
You probably see their blood running down my cheek bones every time I laugh, you hear their lament in my voice every time I sing to you. I rather not know, that I carry the sins of my ancestors. I rather love you blindly, as I did when I was a child.
But, the knowledge keeps on haunting me.

You think of it each time our eyes create silence in the room, Don’t you?
Every time your feelings for me intensify. Each time you say you love me in your native tongue you probably think how my ancestors almost brought to its extinction.

You tell me that you love me and that I am beautiful.
We both try to explain why we found each other, how love so absurd us ours could even exist.
For a moment when I look at you I see forever.I see the mountain of butterflies. Just for a moment it is just you and I.
I allow myself to selfishly love you, and everything else fades into nothing.
At least for this moment. I don’t want to know.

or:\u201cWe\u201d We laugh as if the shackles have been lifted from our throats, It seems like we have met before in a parallel universe. You tell me that you love me, in a foreign language.I allow myself to be wind that comforts you. When there is no one in the room we hunt each other with our eyes.For a moment I forget that you and I were the product of the war between evil and good, that my ancestors slaughtered and enslaved yours. I forget that history had forbidden us from being with each other. Even God himself had exiled our love from heaven.You say you love my cocoa-colored skin, and that it reminds you of the earth. I think about the same earth that devoured your tribe, and left only few. How can you look at me and not feel like you are betraying those who live beneath the ground? Our love stands on the weeping bones of your people.You probably see their blood running down my cheek bones every time I laugh, you hear their lament in my voice every time I sing to you. I rather not know, that I carry the sins of my ancestors. I rather love you blindly, as I did when I was a child.But, the knowledge keeps on haunting me.You think of it each time our eyes create silence in the room, Don\u2019t you? Every time your feelings for me intensify. Each time you say you love me in your native tongue you probably think how my ancestors almost brought to its extinction.You tell me that you love me and that I am beautiful.We both try to explain why we found each other, how love so absurd us ours could even exist. For a moment when I look at you I see forever.I see the mountain of butterflies. Just for a moment it is just you and I.I allow myself to selfishly love you, and everything else fades into nothing. At least for this moment. I don\u2019t want to know.

or:Thank you!

or:This is great!

or:Outrageously spectacular! :-)

or:Great writing, I'm curious though what the hidden meaning behind it is though. Normally I can find that kind of stuff easily but not with this poem.

or:I love.it! You deserve an award! Have you ever considered becoming a writer! You have amazing potential. Lots of love! ;D

or:Nice, very poetic.

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