Grey

It was my bug indeed

I dream when life is pale.

I cling to thoughts that deem

That few of us are sane.

In a world of black and white

I always seek for grey.

In words that type and pause

I sense but fake bleak chains.

In a world that paints with numbers

I read none but names.

Could it be that I am different?

My thoughts are never plain.

I KNOW I am a dreamer

My thoughts just slide away.

When I first uncloaked your eyes

Your words were joy and pain

I proposed a hundred times

And laughed and spoke a cane

Which desires of mine crouched on

And splashed before you as rain.

I know that we're but people

That speak and dream in vain.

I swear I fell in love with you

And know we'll never gain

The chance to meet again.

I always thought I knew

But so never dared to say.

I draft in smiles when whisper

To you what I embrace.

I guess I'll have to bow

To the fact that we will now

And ever be afar

Compatible yet refrained...