"greay" poems
a man can olnly be so real
i do my best to be transparent
nearly always end up translucent
in the blending of black and grey i lose it
greay fog choking out the music
hear only wind not the voices that it carres
thought for **** sure that with our promises we married
ourselves to a future despite the hellfire we'd have to walk through to get to it
but it's apparent that what was apparent was not the truth
even after you quit it, i can't quit loving you
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC