4I'm pushing through
holding my breath
hoping I'll make it through
until I get peace
in the other reality
like I was here
next to you
Sunshine touches my skin
a little gold for my love
Love for anyone who cares
for spring
for green
for sun
only spring doesn't come yet
we still have a few more
gray weeks
living on gray street
no fire
or burning hell
no devil
to play poker with
(but which kind?
wink wink)
No
he lives during summer and fall
but my gray
is a heaven
for some.
Singing under the stars
That constilation's mine
no it's ours
Then
Go back to
gray.
a bright magical moon
under that cloud.
Can you see it?
nope neither can I.
just a light shining through
golden sun
just gray
a mist
not faeries' breath
just smog
The smog
just drinking my life blood
gray.
depressing huh?