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Gone Grey</u>
Are you afraid to love me?
Or is it just that I’ve gone grey?
I can’t feel a thing; oh can’t you see,
There’s nothing left to say
Behind those emerald eyes,
I can see you’re hurting too,
You refuse to speak and look to the skies
Cloudless and perfect blue
Why don’t you mesmerise me anymore?
With your melodic and entrancing voice,
You threw me down here to the floor,
And I know now I have no other choice.
But to leave you now seems wrong,
Because though I have gone grey,
Colour still remains in your song.
I shall return to colour someday.
And yet you see I am, lying here,
In my dull and lifeless grey,
The time has come to loose the fear
And cease the colourless play
We lost our spark and our time is done
Though your colour still remains
I’ve gone grey through lack of fun,
And lack of love running in my veins,
It’s killing me just knowing,
That you don’t love me anymore,
And though it isn’t showing,
It’s you I was searching for
So my love I ask you one more time,
Are you afraid to love me?
Or have you crossed the line?
Now there is nothing more to see
Cause I’ve gone grey now,
And I cannot feel
My colour will return somehow,
Someday, when I am real . . .
Are you afraid to love me?
Or is it just that I’ve gone grey?
I can’t feel a thing; oh can’t you see,
There’s nothing left to say
Behind those emerald eyes,
I can see you’re hurting too,
You refuse to speak and look to the skies
Cloudless and perfect blue
Why don’t you mesmerise me anymore?
With your melodic and entrancing voice,
You threw me down here to the floor,
And I know now I have no other choice.
But to leave you now seems wrong,
Because though I have gone grey,
Colour still remains in your song.
I shall return to colour someday.
And yet you see I am, lying here,
In my dull and lifeless grey,
The time has come to loose the fear
And cease the colourless play
We lost our spark and our time is done
Though your colour still remains
I’ve gone grey through lack of fun,
And lack of love running in my veins,
It’s killing me just knowing,
That you don’t love me anymore,
And though it isn’t showing,
It’s you I was searching for
So my love I ask you one more time,
Are you afraid to love me?
Or have you crossed the line?
Now there is nothing more to see
Cause I’ve gone grey now,
And I cannot feel
My colour will return somehow,
Someday, when I am real . . .
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i like the repetition off 'gone grey'... and because i'm so totally feeling everything in this poem i'm favving it..