Grey

I always choose to say,

“My favorite color is grey”,

For it describes the limbo I’m in;

Late at night and in the mornin’.

It’s also safe to say

That my favorite color is grey;

When I love black and white,

But it’s not exactly right,

To say they are anything other than shades.

I can only think of grey

When rose, per say;

Is more fitting of the way

My heart chooses to say,

“I love somebody”.

But the beating

That my heart was enduring

Couldn’t let me handle emitting

The embodiment of the fleeting

Moments I was cherishing-

The moments with you.