GREY AREAS

You're grey.

Different, black and white

thinking. The grey spot

where things collide

and make sense.

Yet somehow, you're silver.

The sparkly grey

that no one appreciates

because it's not gold.

Silver is mediocre.

Gold is perfect.

But not everything can

be perfect. Not everyone

can be

perfect.

Everyone makes mistakes

at least once,

but my oh my,

you and your silver

are my own

definition of gold.

And I want my love for you

to be internalized,

written in the stars,

broadcast for all to see.

I want my love for you

to be known by

hundreds.

No, thousands.

No.

I want my love for you

to be known by millions

and millions.

I want my love for you

to be loved

and adored

for generations to come

so that they can learn

to appreciate silver,

too.