Gray

Between the lines of black and white,
He was every color of Gray, dark and light.

And as someone who only processed in binary,
Your decimals were a little too tough to my bases,
If you were a 1, or 0 Id know better, Maybe
If you were just black or just white, I would see you better, Maybe.

Or Maybe it was the distance between us,
If I moved a little closer Id see you're black,
And if I moved any far than I am now, Id see you're white.


But In the tales of black and white,
I am still caught in thought, how,
You found the colors to paint me,
Where the world had left me Gray.

Maybe.

Maybe I would caress your face,
from the tip of your chin,
till the ends of your hair,
Maybe I will stand at a distance and act like I don't see you.

Maybe I will whisper how fascinating I find your face,
and how it invokes me to push against you,
and to kiss you as gently as rough can be.
Maybe I will jerk my hands away every time you try to grab it,
and look away from your eyes every time you turn to me.

For you're gonna call this mathematics, Cos it isn't chemistry,
While little do you know that we meet hand in hand,
Fingers intertwined, in no equation that can be solved.
Little do you know that there is no algebra nor arithmatics
That could climb to the gradients of our thrusts.

And for you may think you are the crumbled piece of paper,
With scribbled equations I might be unfolding in secret,
But what you are to me,
Is every formula that I know by heart.