Black and white,
the glittering light in those eyes-
they shine, with pride and love,
but they turn coldly to meet my gaze.
That a one second's difference
and months worth of mistakes
couldn't be replaced with just simple
apologies in words.
I don't know you too well,
in fact- I've only knew you for months,
I only know the things that were
written black and white, on paper with ink
but I never found out the truth.
History, it never has an answer,
it's the people who views it and love
is just the same, like history it repeats itself
and it's shaped by the eyes
of the lover and the loved.