( an ode to the Greys)







We see through their eyes,
We Feel their pain
And hold their emotions in highest regards,
But in love, theirs is never to reciprocate.
We are the light in the dark
Their black when they are white
We are the Greys people
The durst solely chosen
To believe where believing is void;
For if Hatred is served as Received,
Love May never reign.





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