white lines
make us nervous
white lines
unnerve us,
where do we draw the line?
we are only 25
the logic of our design
floats freely between two minds,
not within these lines
that are either black or white
darling;
would you rather be a sketch?
an undefined etch
blood without its stream
flows but what does it mean?
but let's not complicate;
a heart does not lie
and we are here until we die
that is neither wrong nor right
this is neither black nor white
if we only
learn to comprehend,
without words we cannot misunderstand
(with our eyes we can exchange)
white lines draw the end
silence is our only friend
