grey

i wrote this as a short poem i wrote in my english class. it's not my best work, but i really liked it!

the sky is a cool grey
(i've spelled it with an e, did you notice?)
the sky is grey like her eyes,
like the ocean.

it's autumn, and it's grey,
like my skirt, the skirt
i wore because she said she liked it.

hands intertwined, she is
plaid and cream shirts,
she is honey and tea, she is
ink smudged fingers, and
she is grey, just like
her eyes, like the sky.

it's grey, and i think i quite like it.
 

ivyparks

VT

15 years old

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