A black and a white.
An empty, a full.
A colorless fright,
a lively soul.

How strange, we know,
a raven, a dove.
But when he's below,
she'll help him above.

What happens when one
is casted away?
Then she'll lose one
of her sun rays.

What happens when one
gave all he could?
Blackhole for the sun,
she couldn't have pulled.

To save a heart,
he chose to push her
away from the dark,
but it hurt the latter.

What could he do?
He couldn't cage her,
a house full of rue
which could and will break her.

Some things are just
not meant to be,
like trust that is crushed,
things that are contrary.