my life lately has consisted of shades of grey,
endless weeks and dismal days.
when will I find the end of this maze?
I mustn't assume or my hopes will be raised,
leaving me in a dizzying daze.
what shall I find?
I am left behind,
in this world made of
shades of grey.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Puisisure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
