He was black

Which is sometimes a good color

For it brings out the light in others

But in this case it wasn’t like that

He was cold

He pushed away people he cared about

And never let his pain out

And so black was the color that showed

She was white

She seemed pure but sometimes

white shines to bright in ones mind

And blinds them from the spite

She wanted to fix him

But it only hurt her more

He was too far broken to the core

So she couldn’t ever win

In some cases they were good for each other

Like yin and yang they met in the middle

But she cared to much and he cared to little

So gray soon became their color

For black and white

Are beautiful apart

But when they form a spark

The two colors will only fade out and die