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Black and White

Written by , Posted in Love Poetry

Remember when you were a child and you wondered if this life was a dream…
Do you still wonder?

Remember when you thought your dreams were more real than what the world tells you?
Do you still dream?

Remember when your imagination wrote the script to truth, to life, to faith…
Did you trade it all in, for logic and comfort?

Did you exchange the magic of the unknown for the stone cold certainty?
Did you give up?
Did you buy into the granite?

Remember when you thought you could fly?
Did you stop trying?

Did you bow and believe what they said? Did you adopt someone else’s truth into your own heart?
Did you memorize the script?

Why?

Why didn’t you write your own lines?
You were always good with words, you would of done just fine…

Can you still dream? Can you wonder?
Check your pulse.
Do you still hear a heartbeat?

What if one day you wake up?
On the other side…

What if this was never the truth?

What if your world is just a well versed lie. Perfected from generation to generation…
What if you left the truth in the streets where you walked away from childhood?
What if it was real then?
What if that’s the reason life was so simple then?
So easy to love?
So easy to give.

What if what you thought was a dream, was the truth?
And this is the lie.

What if you missed the whole point?
What if you missed the mark…

Darling, where are you now, can you hear me?

Check your pulse.
Do you still hear a heartbeat?

The depth of your eyes still haunts me. The sadness in your silence interrupts my peace. The ice in your voice still lingers in my memory and renews my wounds. Everyday, I bleed fresh blood. Everyday I bleed fresh tears. Over and over, I break for you.

It’s easy to act when you break into the costume room, when you’ve seen all the written scripts. It’s easy to laugh when you’ve mastered the sound effects, and smile when you earn a bachelors in art. Chess is simple when you know the options of a rook and the ways of a knight. And it’s easy to win when you’re playing both sides.
When you are the king of black, and you are king of white.

Do you hear my voice when I scream your name, when I whisper good morning, exhale good night?
Do you feel my touch as I brush your cheek? Do you taste my lips in a passionate kiss?
Do you know that I love you?

Check your pulse.
Do you still hear a heartbeat?

It’s easy to act when you break into the costume room, when you’ve seen all the written scripts. It’s easy to laugh when you’ve mastered the sound effects, and smile when you earn a bachelors in art.

But, the depth of your eyes still haunts me. The sadness in your silence interrupts my peace. The ice in your voice still lingers in my memory, and renews my wounds. Everyday, I bleed fresh blood. Everyday I bleed fresh tears. Over and over, I break for you.

It’s hard to love a man that doesn’t breathe.

Check your pulse.
Do you still hear a heartbeat?

Chess is simple when you know the options of a rook and the ways of a knight. And it’s easy to win when you’re playing both sides.
When you are the king of black, and you are king of white.

Check your pulse.
Do you still hear a heartbeat?

Do you hear my voice when I scream your name, when I whisper good morning, exhale good night?
Do you feel my touch as I brush your cheek? Do you taste my lips in a passionate kiss?
Do you know that I love you?

It’s hard to love a man that doesn’t breathe.

Chess is simple when you know the options of a rook and the ways of a knight. And it’s easy to win when you are playing both sides.
When you are the king of black, and you are king of white.

Remember when you thought you could fly?
Why did you stop trying?

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