"Grey"

If grey were an emotion, what would it be?

I have been spinning words

Walls of them… All over my head,

Lengthy, gilded, scared, short

They come in all hues

Like the seven deadly sins

They clutch on to me

Tightly.

You reside in all of them,

Even if I write cautiously

To someone I don’t know myself,

You sneak in

With not your tongue

Not words

But just your face

And your eyes, pensive and bright

Like dewdrop on a sunny day

Your lips remain still

Your hair blowing wild,

In all my words you steal

Something off of your pen

Let your ink drip

Let your pen unravel what I write

So carefully contrived,

And all my words,

You colour them grey.

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