Grey
it's as If with every tear i shed,
a color of My lIve begins to fade.
and Soon enough my world will be grey,
pointlesS, miserable.
just How i like it.
i no longer wAnt to see the color,
it'll only make me sadder when its gone.
the only Pieces of haPpINess i have arE tearS.
and the only thingS left of living are my memories.
(The capitalized letters spell out a message)
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2011
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