A Touch of Gray
a breeze whispers secret nothings, told in such a way
that the palm trees dip in rhythm to its simple, subtle sway
ivory streaks the sapphire curtains that present the sun's display
while nearby tides ebb and beckon me to come and play
all these elements assemble gently in a snug array
of colors poured into each other on this ugly day
'cause my phone rumbled with your number and I didn't know what to say
so I threw your name to the horizon...just to add a touch of gray
The Sunrise sometimes confuses the spectrum
reds, yellows and greens drip with blues to connect them
blurring the scenery in unusual sections
like the moment I met you - colored in a fluid impression
oh such foolish affection! vision crusted in moldy paint
from those churlish curls swirling in a disgusting golden mane
emerald eyes, dirty vanilla skin - it's enough to go insane!
while each curve lured me to hang my trust in your broken frame
The Sunset - did it come yet? it's too early to tell
cuz the cancer of this canvas still gets service in hell
gamma bursts blanket the blue without a thought of which way
as it's tainting this painting in an apocalypse gray
you spilled into my picture and hung me out of place
water streaked down my acrylic cheeks when you left without a trace
my life was wonderful, colorful! until the dusk when I found you
and though you smothered the colors...
...every day is ugly without you
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