Politically incorrect

I am a Democrat
He, a Republican
We had a heated affair
It ended grim
My thoughts were more abstract
his thoughts...well...extremely organized
My thoughts not organized
According to him, I am the cause of my own demise
I lived in space
He exsisted in time
He said he works out all his problems
I say I have mountains to climb
He is rich, never had to work for what he has
I'm poor, never had to work for what I have
His sky is a pretty blue
It is radiant all day
While his skies were blue
mine were shades of grey
Inspite of our differences, I wanted it to work out
He couldn't fully comprhend me,
No concept of what I was all about
But it's all good
We were just two, trying to