grey stars, grey skies, grey mornings and grey nights

i told them it was grey.

the soap in the shower,

the comforter on my bed,

the look in his eyes:

grey, grey, grey.

they said:

the soap would be white again

with a little more use:

you scrub and it swipes away

your love and pride.

and that old comforter

can be colorful again,

as it can be washed and dried.

but his eyes- they'll always be grey.

i said no.

his eyes are green.

within them are the emeralds

that whisper sins and secrets,

the pins and codes i use

to unlock his heart.

because the way he looks at me is foreign and simple,

but a pure work of art.

and i know in my heart his eyes are green

but i see only grey.

and he sees the same as me

much to my dismay.

so together we tell them what we see:

grey, grey, grey.

they say we'll get better, well won't we?

if we can find our way.

together or not our paths are steep-

you can always rely on fate.