No burst of colour through my window in your absence
Everything is a chorus of grey
"but you love grey!"
I hear you say as you chime through my mind, as you do every day
Once upon a time
That may have been true,
but now I love nothing without you
I'll get up,
but by no means will I get through
I'll never love anything
Unless it's you
They tell me time will help me stand again,
but they will never understand...
I guess...
You are the burst of colour on every rainy day
Your absence makes everything a chorus of grey,
and it hurts me more than I'll ever say
but until you light up my life again
It will forever be
A chorus of grey
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Fabulous piece! I got a bit tangled up on the "They" versus. All in all, I enjoyed the read. Thanks,
This is wonderful, even with the sadness. Well done.
Melancholy!!! Brilliantly written!!! Left some love!!!❤️❤️💕
This was so sad. Loved your poem!
🤍 The colours will come. Slowly but winter has to pass, its an inevitability xTake care x