Grey Beauty

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February 27, 2019 by thewashingteenian

by Isabella Hendershot, Staff Writer

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The clouds come in,

Cover the sky,

Cry and weep,

Bring cold and beauty all around.

 

The world turns grey,

The clouds weep,

Sorrow is felt by everyone.

 

The cold that seeps through my skin and bones,

Makes me feel warm and cozy inside,

Makes me feel happy.

 

I appreciate the grey beauty,

It’s a beauty not many understand,

But I do.

 

I understand how she wants to be loved,

How she wants others to wish for her,

Hope that she lives again.

 

I understand this grey beauty,

All the pain she has went through,

All that she lets out,

Through the cold and icy rain.

 

I understand what others don’t,

Understand that she is different,

All in her own way,

Different by how she expresses herself.

 

The grey beauty lives on,

Lives when she is not seen,

She lives on inside of me,

The one who understands what it’s like.

 

She lives on inside of me,

All for how I love her,

Notice her and cherish her,

Believe in her.

 

I notice that she is more than grey,

More than sorrow and sadness,

More than a cold entity,

More than anyone can understand.

 

She is not grey or black and white,

She is a grey beauty in my heart,

One beauty that I notice,

Love so dearly that no one can understand.

 

She is a grey beauty,

One I love and cherish,

One I understand and notice,

One who lives and breathes inside of my heart,

One I wish I can see to live another day once she leaves.

The clouds come in,

Cover the sky,

Cry and weep,

Bring cold and beauty all around.

 

The world turns grey,

The clouds weep,

Sorrow is felt by everyone.

 

The cold that seeps through my skin and bones,

Makes me feel warm and cozy inside,

Makes me feel happy.

 

I appreciate the grey beauty,

It’s a beauty not many understand,

But I do.

 

I understand how she wants to be loved,

How she wants others to wish for her,

Hope that she lives again.

 

I understand this grey beauty,

All the pain she has went through,

All that she lets out,

Through the cold and icy rain.

 

I understand what others don’t,

Understand that she is different,

All in her own way,

Different by how she expresses herself.

 

The grey beauty lives on,

Lives when she is not seen,

She lives on inside of me,

The one who understands what it’s like.

 

She lives on inside of me,

All for how I love her,

Notice her and cherish her,

Believe in her.

 

I notice that she is more than grey,

More than sorrow and sadness,

More than a cold entity,

More than anyone can understand.

 

She is not grey or black and white,

She is a grey beauty in my heart,

One beauty that I notice,

Love so dearly that no one can understand.

 

She is a grey beauty,

One I love and cherish,

One I understand and notice,

One who lives and breathes inside of my heart,

One I wish I can see to live another day once she leaves.

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