She was paradox

Colors everywhere

yet she was in hiding herself in the mystic black

did she convey that she hated all colors?

No, she was not, she loved the mystery of black

only the ones who knows her what is hidden underneath the black

black welcomes all colors and soak them into itself

the beauty of black is unmatchable

the blackness of the night sky

darkness has its own beauty

beauty only know to the ones who admire everything

the world that just loves fairness, fail to admire the elegance of black

the mystery that holds in the darkness is the one that tantalizes her

she wanted to be mysterious to the world and know to only those who know her in depth

she posed to the world as someone who wants to be hidden

she was not an open book, but an enigma

she was afraid to get out of the paradox she built, to keep herself happy

the riddle in her soul was just unwinding itself when she falls in love

yet the conundrum remained unsolved like the demure black hole.