Black & White


Fellow take my hand now,
ready to destroy as a storm,
I am a person full of passion
in quaint ways sane I’m born.
I want to see the words too,
I know as well just like you,
I write to you with words true
on my back under sky blue.
The clouds they beat tumult
a black line traces their edge.
Tell me of where you stand I
give you platitudes my pledge.
You are a brook of calm and
I love all you and all charm
you possess lends me a hand
and relieves all of my alarm.
I see the world black and white
so damn trite are all concerns.
I dive deep as long as I dream
as I weep my heart it will burn.

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