tell me

every bit of white, there is a bit of black

what i said, i can never take back

so with every motion, another reaction

every smile, curling the corners of your mouth

teetering on nothing, but falling into the black

you never mean what you say

you hide beneath my shadows

i hear you there whispering

Reviews

[Bacchus]

great write
but i really hate it
that black with my white

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

shadows are the angels at day, they follow, they grow and fade away. Why look at shadows as a simple voice, you always knew you had a choice. Oh, what a write