Grey

Grey

A Poem by zoehambridge

The sky was grey,
the kind of colour where it is too early for morning,
but far too late for night.
You took my hand,
you hands a lot bigger than mine,
and your fingers intertwined,
and I was happy,
and happiness does not usually happen,
at a time as unusual and grey as this,
I am grey,
and you are my light,
please love me until,
I am pure white.

© 2013 zoehambridge


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Added on January 9, 2013
Last Updated on January 9, 2013
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zoehambridge
zoehambridge

London, United Kingdom



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