Fade To GreyI dreamt one day youll ask me why I let your white shirt fade to grey
And Ill answer you with deceit and lies and stories of how I grew too lazy.But the truth behind the matter is the strange complications of fibres, interwoven through the warps and wefts that were as intricately wound as the thoughts linked inside my head, bringing a throbbing memory to the perfect screen inside my head. Every part of it twisted together to form the fabric of a thought perfectly as a whole
The pristine went so grubby from all the times I wore your shirt to bed, wrapped up in your scent and in my memoirs of our time together, and the greyer it became the less black and white the end did feel. Grey meant theyd be hope for us to still go on, grey made me think how much I need you by me. Need you around my body. Like the shirt
greying from lost hope.One day you asked me why I let your white shirt fade to grey.Oh, I grew too lazy.