The Girl in Black and White

There stood the silent traveller

Her thoughts penitent, noisy and raw

As she ravaged into inner metamorphosis

Tens of thousands passed, only seeing her gnaw

As I breached past what seemed like another lonely encounter

There lay a pile of facts on which I started to ponder

Surrounded by baskets of thoughts inside a metered mind

With depth, leftly disillusioned while rightly picked

While the passing boy found joy in her dark brown eyes

I found solace in her inner mystique

Her black and white image said a thousand goodbyes

As her crimson aura piqued with every peek

Finally she was hit by my constant stare

With calm reciprocation, she gave a beastly glare

Solemn in her beauty, those lips whispered terror

Masked by innocence, her brows drew my error

I decided to take a step, a death crawl into her pantry

Am a stubborn martyr, I instantly marched into oblivion

Blinded by the beauty darker than her hair

Charmed by confusion, I sought to make an intrusion

Within moments I entered the ring of fire

As I melted, the confusion faded away

As I dove into the fiery depths, I did not tire

The newfound connection was here to stay

With every moment I chose to read her dry

An automated response to her being sly

The yin yang image held her in a frame

The desire, the terror was part of the game