The whole world is grey
Never merely black or white
In all of it's colors
The whole world is grey
Through the red and blue
It's never one or the other
The whole world is grey
The leaves are all green
But red, orange, and yellow
The whole world is grey
Death is all bad
Yet somehow brings relief
The whole world is grey
White is all white
Yet shadows and creases
The whole world is grey
Time is all forward
Yet memories are backward
The whole world is grey
Live through your life
Yet die in your moments
The whole world is grey
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
