I operate in the gray
but you were shades of gold.
I knew that there was no way
to blend our pigments
but man,
It sure looked pretty for awhile
when we tried.
Your best trait is you’re kind,
your worst enemy is your mind.
I trace my name on your skin,
listening to your soft breaths in and out,
as I drink in
these stolen moments I’ll never forget.
Run my fingers through your hair,
your lips on my chest, drawing my sighs
and I’m okay with the fact that
you are the one that I’ll never forget.
But I operate in shades of gray,
and you, in gold.
We’ll never mix,
but I’ll compliment
while you learn to shine bright
and I’ll blend back in with the shadows.
