White.
Good and pure.
But empty and lonely.
Completly unsure.
Black.
Evil and Dark.
But solid and clear.
Always unstable.
And full of fear.
Can I trust it?
Is it a lie?
Will it vanish,
In the blink of an eye?
Feelings are white.
Or feelings are black.
Bright and invisible.
Or dark with attack.
Can I trust what's unseen?
Can I trust anything?
Blank White or Bold Black.
Which will I trust?
And Which will I lack?
These meaningless words...
I know not what is right.
For most things I'm sure...
Aren't black and white.
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Poems as Strange as Llamas
PoetryA book of poems that are, Good and bad, Happy and sad. Loving and wondering. Hateful and pondering. Mysterious and curious. Angry and furious. Words from the heart, Each taking their part, To open the world, From the eyes of two girls.
