you were, you could have been, something grea--
something grey.
the knight -- no, the night, so black and shining, oh the knight,
never even knew what was coming --
what was coming undone -- wait, what was coming --
coming underneath the hide -
underneath your tide.
whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't help you
couldn't tell you how to see --
oh the world couldn't tell you how to seem okay.
whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't tell you
how not to seem so grey.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
you were, you could have been, something grea--
something grey.
the knight -- no, the night, so black and shining, oh the knight,
never even knew what was coming --
what was coming undone -- wait, what was coming --
coming underneath the hide -
underneath your tide.
whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't help you
couldn't tell you how to see --
oh the world couldn't tell you how to seem okay.
whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't tell you
how not to seem so grey.
C 2012 Moriah Harrod
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