Another gray day
Clouding my mind
Not capable of peace
When the sun don’t shine

The days of years past
Are like a blurry bit of water
Stained in the paint
From the brush I’ve used to tell my story

I find myself looking at the water,
The colors still ever
So
Visible
But they’re melding together now
Shifting into gray matter
Or maybe
Back into the stardust they started as

I don’t know

But I see it in my feelings too
The gray matter
I feel my anger fade
I feel my glee fade
My happiness
My hate
Of you.

I feel it all fade into gray…
Because all at once,
You took the one thing that could distinguish
All those strong feelings
And smashed it
You took my heart and mistreated it.
So now I’m here.
Looking back on our story,
Not in Color anymore.
I look at it in black and white.

I see no fun.
I see no sadness.
I see what happened.
I see what we started as and what we ended as.
And that…
That is sadder than anything I’d ever felt.

So I look at the water.
I watch and try to hold on to those traces of blue,
Red, and Gold
Before they get swallowed up in Black.

His name was Jonathan.
And he was bright silver.

"*******" that's all she said the whole day
she can't even "call it a day"
everything makes her mad
everyone makes her sad

You came into my life at the most crucial time
When I needed reassurance that it wasn't me
That it wasn't my fault
You make me laugh and you make me feel good
I can finally be myself after dimming myself for so long
I like talking to you and I like hearing your voice
You respect me and you treat me like a person, not a trophy
I don't know where this will lead,
But thank you for coming into my life

When you are heartbroken the whole world turns gray

And all you needed is someone to show you the rainbow again

The world is black and white
With a mix of grey,
Painting a purplish shade,
These crimson colors will never fade.
Tempered with brown and yellow,
No camera can capture the
Touch of a mother,
Or a golden sunset,
Slipping behind the green and blue.
The world is only colors,
The shouts of orange
And the soft whispers of the lilac
Tell of stories much more than the
Black and white.

Grey is the daughter,
The developer of color:
Call to comfort or
Threaten the foes.
In a word:
Both light and dark,
Hard and soft,
Lonely and forgotten.

I am gray again today.