But I love her with all my breaking heart.
So how will we make it start a new.
If all we can do.
Is argue over the dirty blues.
So why.
Why do we stand here?
Looking into the past.
Searching for something new.
When all our photos were in black and white.
And all our smiles were oh so right.
Everything old was then and we are now.
But here we are, apart and alone.
Wishing for one and other.
Even though we know what it entails.
Disagreements in the shape of a black and white photograph.
