All Day
I could stay by the window
Listening and watching
Clear gray skies
And the fall of the rain
On a Summer's day.

Permanent gray clouds hover near,
The rain that follows is what I fear.
I run for shelter but there is nothing here.
The showers don't start off small
Oh, life doesn't like me at all.
The things that bring me solace are slim
and my future in this world is looking pretty grim.
I will not let the clouds swallow me up
so instead I drown my sadness in a cup.
All I can do is wish for sun tomorrow
to hopefully dry up all my sorrow.

Sight is melting,
pain is fading away,
i am drunk,
drunk on these days.

Beer is nice,
drinking beer is cool,
but i really am,
just a desperate fool.

I am staring at screen,
surrounded by walls,
remembering all those,
late-night talks.

I am so lonely,
like a hitchhiker in night,
meeting some people,
with worn out soul and heart.

Your Thoughts
Were A
Gray Cloud.

I Tried
To Save
You From
Them.

But
They
Just Kept
Pouring
Me Down.

2am and he asks if I want to ****
With no attempt to butter me up

I tell him it all depends on time
It's funny, he doesn't ask to be mine

He tells me he has all the time in the world
I start to wonder if I'm that kind of girl

I tell him not to waste his gas
I guess he thinks I'm a great piece of ***

He baits me with promises of fun
Yet he doesn't try to convince me that he's the one

I tell him that I'm going to bed
He's not getting into my head

He says we'll talk another day
Only if I want it that way

I love it when he asks if I want to **** and smoke
It makes me feel special . . . or like the **** of a joke

Once, it rained. I didn't understand why my mom hates it so much. As for me, I like the wet feet and drenched clothes, the raindrops kissing my head. Until one night, it rained so hard; the night was colder than any other. Then I started to understand why my mom dislikes it so. It didn't listen when I begged for it to stop...

for my pillow is soaked.

We walked around
this gray town
and compared ourselves
to dead trees

We're trapped inside
our gray lives
but together we
felt so free

*c.b.

It's Grey,
The in-between,
An expiration of fate.
I don't recall this desolate sensation.
I will wait,
For sooner or later, a something
An anything will happen.
But how do I know of this?
When colour is all I have known.
I realise.
I have been here since time began.
My subconscious swims in this dreamscape,
So,
I will wait.