THE GREY.
the way you look at me makes me feel sad.
what did i do to deserve
that look?
the look where your eyebrows furrow,
your eyes are sunken and your lips frown.
the way you speak to me makes me feel lost.
what did i do to deserve
that tone?
the way your voice lowers,
your volume heightens and your sound grumbles.
the way you surround me makes me feel grey.
YOU ARE READING
THE GREY AND THE BROKEN.
Thơ cagrey clouds fill the sky, broken hearts fill the world. why couldn't we be happy?
