I was black all along.
He strode into my world in pure white, opposite to what I have became.
Attracted, I let him stay.
I was black, anyway. And although he was just white, he added colour into my life. What's wrong with a little bit of change? We became Ying and Yang. We were one. We were made for one another.
But as days rolled on, as time passed, his whiteness was just a temporary paint and he faded away. Our colours did not match well; his heart, he said, had became darker.
He was black all along.
A step away he took, he told me he was feeling better. He took more and he secretly liked how he felt walking away from us. We weren't made for each other, anyway.
In the end, he was no more. We were both black- we tainted each other's hearts; our hearts got darker.
I should've knew from his unbelievable purity.
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[18/12/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
