Grey-Scale

[cuetheflames]

i wrote this last night when i was really bored. its nothing special, not even close to the best ive done but tell me what you think.

So tired of the days of grey.
Waiting on my angel for far too long.
My eyes used to show through in beauty and colors.
But beauty folds and color fades.
And they grays of yesterday turn into tomorrows.

A stranger’s smile reminds me of what used to be.
Someone find me buried here.
Peel back these dull shades and help me to resurface.
Paint my mornings.
Paint my evenings.
Paint my tomorrow.

Shackled to a grey-scale world.
Be my key.

Waiting on an angel.