I wish you were always in black and white

This night leaves me with such a bittersweet taste in my mouth.

I don't know exactly what to think. I guess that's why I like it.

Why does life play tricks on me? Is there someone getting some sick perverted pleasure out of all of this?

There must be. It's too much of a coincidence. Although, I'm eating my heart out, as I've been instructed to do recently.

I've got something to show you, something I'd like you to see. Could you come any closer? You're not that easy to see?

I've got pleasure in my pocket, nestled sweetly in a locket.