It is hard to live
In this world full of hate
When all you see is
Black or white.
No shades of gray,
No colors at all,
The brain only sees
Good and bad.
However, my love
Is not perfect,
But still he means
Everything to me.
He's the only one,
That holds my hand,
That keeps me from crossing
That border line.
I want to thank him,
For bearing with me
For giving me a chance
To prove,
That I can make it. |
Submission Name: Disorder
