gray
what would they do?
what would they say?
if they only knew
that i see mostly gray.
when it's black outside
i am very sad and rely on you
can you feel the high tide
or see the waves that are blue?
it's very lonely and dark
reach out for my hand
do you see where my heart made a mark
or hear my tears that sound like a band?
the day can become white
but to me i can't tell
there is nothing in sight
except for the wishing well.
i am blinded until you come
give me your eyes and show
there's other feelings than numb
and that i need to let go.
This poem was written by rsimons on Jul 10, 2008.
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