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