Grey heart.

Sadness is grey,
it seeps along the soul,
and encircles the heart,
with dread and bitter knowledge.

Sometimes dreaming is painful,
when the hope sighs,
and the spirit dies,
no longer quite so certain,
that fairy tales come true.

What am I but a single hand,
waving in the dark,
asking for more than I deserve,
a foolish dreamer who knows not,
when she should stop dreaming,
and listen to the truth.

grow up little girl
grow up,


Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “Grey heart.

  1. oh my, that IS sad.
    We have to remember that we have power to create our own reality, even with undesirable circumstances.

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