Gray

Gray

Gray

Is it being sucked down into a bottomless pit?
Or is my love merely a reflection surreal?
Although I give so much towards the unfathomable
Sometimes I wonder if it’s just flammable

Ready to be burned and disintegrated
Like an impossible reality
Of my imagination – does it exist?
It must be true due to memories

The sweet memories of togetherness
Along with cock-eyed ones of independence
They mix for confusion
This infiltrates the minds of devoted souls

Caught between rock and pillow
And shielded just like armadillo
Motionless, I may miss a connection
Moving on, I make gains into losses

I should know this is the one
They tell me I will know
So how do I know and how do they?
Not a black and white, but gray…

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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