when time's clicking
to the end of my day
there's no other way
unless his way, his colour
colour that's created for me
colour that kills me, slowly
not black nor white
grey, always grey
between fake & lie
or deny & decline
try to figure out
but too dumb to see
why should follow the colour
anyway?
forgive if i'm no perfect
but this is a love i can't reject
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and created, so i guess, for me as well. its sad but it is what it is.