Black and white.
Two people getting their picture taken.
Maybe they are in love.
A dark cold day with snow on the ground in the mountains. Maybe a train has passed by or
hasn’t passed by yet. The tracks could be abandoned. “It’s not about the destination, it's about the
journey.” It’s winter time and everything is slowly dying. A storm is about to happen. Maybe a
snow storm or just a rain storm. Nothing has been touched by humans, it's peaceful.
In a galaxy full of stars, there can only be one that shines the brightest. Beauty. Simplicity. Wish
upon a shooting star. Reflection. Mirror images. Mountains. Calmness from the colors. The sun
is setting. Star gazing. Skyline.
All my life I have been frozen like a picture.
Stuck between black and white pixels.
This love feels more like a scripture.
Just like our love,
Snow in the fields melt,
While secret snow in the shadows stay frozen.
You tell me you don’t know what you felt,
So I wasn't chosen.
Our love wasn’t written in the stars.
So close but yet so far.
I was stuck here gazing trying to find us in the skyline,
While you were with her, stuck on cloud nine.