He is pure.
A soft white, with a warm golden glow,
A child's laugh, an angels harp,
Spun sugar melting on your tongue,
Soft cotton against smooth skin,
Innocent, Kind, Optimistic, Light,
I am stained.
An old fading yellow, with deep red splatters,
An infant's wail, an ear splitting shriek,
Cutting your cheek, a constant bloody sting,
Harsh gravel against scraped palms,
Cold, Broken, Pessimistic, Dark,
We are very different,
He and I,
But we do have one thing in common,
We both love the other far too much,
And that's all we need.