Black and White

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I am speaking to you from beyond the grave.
This is what I have to say.

I am black and you are white.
You are shining and I am night.
I miss the way you look.
And your love I forsook.

But black and white do not mix.
There is no gray, it will not fix.
Just go away, you make me sick.
I love you.

I've tried so hard to say what's right.
I've tried so hard to sleep at night.
But I can't find a harder plight.
I miss you.

There cannot be a compromise.
Although I'll miss your smiling eyes.
I'm settled on sorrowful goodbyes.
Why isn't there passion in being wise?

Black and white. No more tonight.
I sit back down as you walk out the glass door.
I sit and think. How interesting.
I'm trying to find the heart I left on the floor.

Don't go. Don't go.
I only pushed you away, can't you come back anyway?

This is the trouble with black and white.
This is what happens when you try to do whats right.
I can't find the line, I only know when I've crossed it.
But beyond I'd found color and I won't soon forget it.

So go. So go.
I am so black and white. My quest isn't right.
For that there's no cure. I just wish you weren't so sure.

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I don't like putting my poetry in here. Yet today I make an exception.
I become embarrassed and there is often symbolism that people can take the wrong way and I don't feel like explaining.
I'm just exhausted.