Sometimes I think you are the reason hurricanes are named after people and sometimes you do not destroy towns or cities and sometimes your path of destruction leads solely to me and I am your final destination. A person cannot wear so much grey without being compared to storm clouds but sometimes storm clouds are the reason rainbows appear and sometimes grey is the colour of the sky just before sunrise and sometimes that is the colour of waiting for something good to happen. Sometimes grey is the colour of the sky just before it rains and sometimes that is the colour of the sky giving life to the earth. But sometimes grey is also the colour of a thousand forests screaming. Yes, sometimes you are a hurricane and sometimes you do destroy me but sometimes I am a grey safety wall protecting a city from you.
-and sometimes I wear grey better than you
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
