Shades of grey
On a winter’s day
Your soul I still can see
It was as empty as a storybook
That was written for me


Sulky shadows surround us
As we sit and watch the gloom
We drift apart though close together
Awaiting each his doom


Of course, there is music that goes to it, anyway, shitty poetry of the day, came to me at 1:00 AM this morning so I decided to write it down for god knows why. I better not write much, talk later blogger, bye!