Grayscaled Eyes
With grayscaled eyes, and a monochrome heart, I can still, sing through the sadness, and waltz through the raindrops.
As clouds gather outside my window,
The sun turns gray, and the sky falls through a colorless glow
Tiny mirrors fall by my face,
And a glass floor forms around my feet
Every ripple echoes a memory
Every one of them asks,
Why I got out of bed at all?
It’s at every dawn I wonder,
How many times must my heart fold?
Tears grow cold
Fears grow old
Blur fills my sight,
Till' the night falls
Then, in this absence of light
I can't see at all
Even if I could,
It would all be gray
Like when dusk returns to my window
And another colorless day dawns
After another sleepless night
The morning fogs up the glass of my heart
My eyes are greyscaled‐
But somehow, I have to sing through the sadness
And waltz through the raindrops
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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