Beauty in Gray
People are always hating on gray.
I don't, for I see the beauty in it.
Gray is the space between
Where the interesting people fall.
Gray is the clouds
When the storm is soon to come and water the land.
Gray is the bird
That tries to take your food, but is adorable anyhow.
Gray is the gown
That covers the rocks, a masquerade for the gem within.
Gray is the ghost
Of what used to be, of what could've been.
Gray is the sound
Of tears shed together at last.
Gray is the shine
Of silver hiding beneath the surface.