Privacy (Poem)

"That dumb girl wearing red Capri"
You were the *sick dudette* as how my eyes could see
Bad conducts, bad routines, bad regards
Sick walk, sick phone, sick choice
Until I realized
You were the girl with a voice
As when they called it BLACK
You named it ELEGANCE

Ours was a forced friendship
Rules, commands plus sway-centric
You didn't like it much
But that, girl, was one wonderful stroke of luck
Neighbors we were, but not the usual ones
Our conversations ended as fast as they'd begun
My words filled loudness, your silence - arrogance
But you my friend
Named BLACK your ELEGANCE

Doubts faded, friendship grew
*phone* was a mystery you always knew
Mystery? - your smile had always been one
No matter,
You were as dark as the glimmering sun.
*dream* made you ache wide
Yet you turned on your funny side
*dream* made you bleed
Ha! No way would you concede
But *dream* made you sad
Black elegance was now not what you had
Gone was the smile that was beaming
The girl with a voice had stopped dreaming.

Sorrow filled your heart
Just because you dreamt one day
Miseries, blood, taunts, you faced them all,
And finally braved them away
"Adversity is my greatest ally"
That's your special knack,
Because you had the nerve
To make your elegance black.

So here is the real thing
DREAM was the bitter sting
A sting which would circulate your body and rip off your sole
Maybe DREAM WAS AN ASSHOLE
You know your passion , you know your skills,
Nurture them with all your 'I wills'
'Cause you my friend have the wits
And by the way
DREAM WAS A TOTAL SHIT

Although our first meet is still a mist,
You're among the toppers of my list
Phone mystery was a wonderful use of your gray
And yes,
"You're a desbo", was the greatest thing to say
Dude, you're the most unpredictable on land
Or maybe Gemini are truly difficult to understand.

So while you continue doing stuff privately
Here's me, trying to convert my black to bliss, quite elegantly.