Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..
The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..
It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..
Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..
The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..
It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..
Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..
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