SHADES OF GREY (POETRY)

Things are not always as they appear

I loved you from a distance

Because I knew dooms day would come

There were too many reasons to run

Like chasing the sun

See, we were always shades of grey

And I just wanted your pain to go away

But never at my expense

And it will never be the same

‘Cause sensations knows your name

From past games

And she has only her image to sustain

So never think it’s about you…

See from my womanly point of view

She will never want you

The way you want her to

And you will be broken

Once

Again

Be

Cause

She

Is

Tainted

Tainted by the past

And even love don’t last

Fool of me!

And now…

I wait

And wait

I wait patiently

 

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