Grey

we see black as a sad color, and white as bright and happy. but what is grey? to me its the in-between, obviously. its the rope. its timid its the falling asleep at 9:30 pm and falling asleep at 4 am its light rain its jumping in puddles its coming home and smelling the fire waiting for you in the fireplace it has wisdom it has been stuck in-between the black and white the right and wrong the good and bad for a long time its the soft smile. its taking yourself out on a date its wandering a city alone, for a purpose its being alone, but not being lonely but, it can also be the lump in your throat. or 5 am, but when you stay up, not wake up its the sun and the moon trying to catch up to each other a definition written its expecting you to fit into impossible standards like a shoe cinderella’s stepsister’s feet its a whole generation of cinderellas with no glass slipper. its a poem with no end.