Grey

I stared at you blankly. I imagine of the soft cotton clouds on my back, the smell of old rose, the feel of a wet rain, and the tick tack sounds of  heels. I may be misunderstood but there is something missing about me waiting to be filled. I look at you... I admire your courage and I envy your satisfaction. When will you ever stop following me?

The well has gone dry... The soft touch is replaced with velvety scales. The taste won't go sweet, it keeps on getting bitter. Quench my thirst, will you? Fill my cup, can you?

Grey, can you just be black or white? Grey, can you be with me tonight? Grey, can you keep me warm? Grey...

Now, I hunger for more... Now, I want more color... But Grey? You are always their. You hunt me on my lonely days. I tried to forget you but you keep coming back. Perhaps, if black will fill in my white, I will never go with you again Grey....