She was addictive and was an expensive habit to keep.
Her attitude was grey, impossible to decipher.
And it always seemed to cloud around her like a protective wall.
Her eyes marbled a silvery gray, diguising her every emotion.
She was mysterious. You never knew what hid behind her fog.
She was never simply black and white.
He liked how she was gray, like cigarette smoke.
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RomanceShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge
