A sad and empty color scheme of gray
Portraits the landscape being framed by pains
I peer out my window, it fades away
Visions of lovers past in present gains
Refusing to open my stubborn eyes
To colors and sounds of the world outside
Holidays are near, but my heart still sighs
A vast hole where the warmth used to reside
This nostalgic selfishness breaths my thoughts
Leads to a comforting place inside me
Where there is hope to massage these knots
Dark dissipates into where it can see
Expansive space for new creative light
Grays and golds now take on a different sight
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