You are like a sunset to me. You are every kind of beautiful as you end my day.
Our love would never die. Well, ha ha ha. I am in love with black and white yet live in color. There are medians, lights, darks, brights, pastels. I like my things in pairs; black, white. No blurred lines. There would be no excuses. You do or you don’t. You care, or you don’t. You stay, or you go. There would be no more string dragging me along. And you would be here picking me back up off the floor. I can do it on own, however, I would rather have your hand on mine, holding onto level ground. You or you… The last thing you will realize you need is what you have already got. There’ll still be no air to breathe. You could drink up the entire ocean. We’ll still find someone to be everything we know that you’ll never be. They play careless with our hearts. The flowing metaphors, the blunt statements; all goes unnoticed as I struggle for compassion and understanding. Touch me or don’t. Leave it alone.