Grey, colour I will choose grey light
For my life is between black and white
Nothing is important not even what I think is right
I couldn't win the battle so I will choose to write
Holding the pen my words flow and fly like a kite
The breeze inviting me to write
When all I want to do is cry myself to night
Maybe someday everything will feel so bright
All these worries will not bite
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poesiawriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
