SHADES OF MY GREY
In my darkest and lonely time,
When I wish to be long gone and forgotten.
I stare at my ceiling hoping to find,
Answers I never knew if it existed.
With my teary, airbag eyes. I laid.

More and more, much more and more,
I keep staring. My pillows getting soaked.
Wondering and pondering if I still have it,
All shaped or it's living it fifty shades.
Life doesn't have it all. In the end.

Longing for hope, thirsty for fate,
To play it's part and perhaps,
Lay it out freely, following the rhythm.
The winds evolved around my anxiety.
I hope it livens my shades of grey.

Adúmáadán.


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