The grey people pass me on the street
They smile at me with grey smiles
As they hurried walk with grey umbrellas and grey boots
Blue tears stream as I hurriedly retreat
And my red heart bleedsGrey walls and grey ceilings trap me
The grey people walk to their grey jobs
And the grey sidewalks stop the earth from swallowing meThe grey shop owner scowls as I open the grey magazine
Then purchase a grey smile,
A grey heart to match
I smile a grey smile to my grey friends
As we whisper grey secretsI wonder the grey town
I find myself consumed in greyInspo. From curiousmug (sg)
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bittersweet emotions.
PuisiGrey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine They breathed in sweet air As I breathed in the ocean. They tasted liquor As I tasted the guilt on my lips. (Stuck, chap 12)