She Was Grey
She Was Grey
Sunlight bouncing on her skin
She smelled like an English garden
Hers is undefined beauty
Dreamt only by poets
She wasn’t summer
She was the clouds on a rainy day
She was grey
And I was a blank canvas
She painted love and life
But was she just a dream?
She vanished into the sky
The one above
Had picked her
Now she tiptoes on the stars
And Ill remember her
Through the sound of the ocean
Through the petrichor
And through my dreams
Until she colours me grey again