Black And White - Poem by jordan richards
I wonder if she thinks of me as she falls asleep
Or is her mind filled by nothing more than sheep?
Do I fill her dreams?
Am I standing by her in those catatonic reams?
I know she overtakes my dreams and floods my mind
Yet I can't help but feel that in hers I'm left behind.
Maybe I'm wrong, I pray I'm not right
But when all is all and all's in the light
I'm really not sure of what is black and what's white.
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