So I can't stop writing spoken word poetry since my friend told me to watch Sarah Kay on Youtube. So this is kinda my third spoken word, it's not that good but hey, it's worth a shot :) Happy reading, do review.

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I want to put a little colour on her cheeks for her face is almost white, close to the snow. Her emotions define blankness, encouraging me to stretch her lips as wide as I can. If I am to make her release even the quietest guffaw, I deserve to be a legend. Because she is a silhouette –she keeps a rainbow and stars beneath the dark figure. I know she is more than she is now, and I'm letting her out of her shell. I want my shoulder to be hers the second she wants to cry, even if I know she does not shed tears. Because she is the strongest person I've ever met. She skips while we jump, she flicks while we push and she discerns while we're connecting the dots. 'Amazing' is not the word for her.

People begin to ask, "What is purple doing with green?" or "What is blue doing with purple?" and "A relationship is when two people laugh together instead of a person troubling himself to make her smile when she can't," then they would say, "Just give up." I would stand there all day laughing, but then I would rather tell the truth. What is a fish without an ocean? What is a night without the moon? Same thing, she is the plate and I am the tofu. When there is hollow in the heart, I come to fill it in. When I am clueless, she comes to me with her wise words. I have the funny face, she has the smartest brain. Together, we complete each other.

So what if she's half demon? To me she is still human, with emotions forced to be buried inside. But that doesn't mean she can't feel anymore. All her life she feels fear as she protects the world from the destruction she is capable of. The hundredth reason to fall in love with Raven: She possesses the kindest heart. She's got me watching her giving away her happiness to the whole world. I can't even stop Cyborg to cook meat let alone try holding back my laughter. Imagine suppressing the pain of the past in you. And to me, the real pain is when you cannot let the pain out.

I have the will to just stand in front of her, gazing upon the violet eyes. I would bring her in my arms, not only to absorb her pain, but to inhale the intoxicating aroma of hers. The blend of peppermint tea and incense gets me dizzy with excitement. I would bring her so close until I couldn't let her go for that is my way to show her that even a hawk can love a raven.

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Too much metaphors? Help me improve :p