We used to live in a world of black and white,
This or That,
Yes and No,
Never
a Maybe.
Always yearning for something gray-
An 'in-between', a Maybe.
We now live in a world of gray,
Never
the same-dark grays, light grays
Some look white, some look black.
Not knowing which to choose,
We wish for black and white.
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Messages from a Fallen Angel
PoetryA collection of poetry by...me. All of it's true, what you get out of it may be different...but I guess that's how poetry works.
