My Black , His White

After a black moment

I told him that i am the grey

He looked at me with the eyes full of love

And said 'what about i put a little white?'

He got his brush on his big , dependable hands

And painted my soul with colour cast

But soon after he noticed that the greys werent grey at all

But pitch-black

He hold me like a babysister

And told me that he will turn me into a grey...

Added ' fight with your blacks i left in you, they are weapons of you'

I was happy grey again and called to my mind our old selves ..

His paint will always be there

To brush me into whole happy grey !

Author's Note

A conversation between me and my best friend who will always be my side and whom i will always love !

Reviews

[James Aeolus]

This is the 3rd time Discovery took me back to the same user... not even in 30 minutes.

[Elanra]

thats a very deep conversation.. and if u ask me thats one hell of a poem describing that conversation... well done...