He was black,
She was white,
He needed her,
Just couldn’t realize.
He was despondent,
She a ray of hope,
He was an architect,
And she the creation yearning to come out of his soul.
She couldn’t fix on when he became important,
And he failed to fathom the meaning of the moments.
Something happened somehow and for her it was clear,
In each love song, she saw him there.
He refused to believe that things could last,
Haunted by the fears of being torn apart,
She wanted him to shine,
Couldn’t do much, could she
When all he wanted was a glorified demise.
He was yellow,
She was blue,
All his life he kept searching,
And their life, as paper planes, just flew on by.
Awesome you write.