Shades of Grey.

Down the memory lane
Dirt. Mirth. Grease.
We walked on.
Don’t. Stop. Right Now.
A smile plastered on our face.
Such Lies. Such flattery.

Of rainbows and butterflies
Thunderstorm and ugly worms
The Place Where the Sun Never Set
Summer, sweaty Summer, Always.
The Utopia of you and I, together
Never. Ever. Ever. A Shouldn’t have

Of making love, and talking thereafter
Of filthy surroundings and stupidity.
The best part of my life, us.
The worst part of me, you.
Understanding, Interested, Caring. Always.
This isn’t right. Just passion. Never.

But gay means happy. And we are gay.
Immoral. Vile. Hell awaits for you happy people.

Valentine’s Week Challenge: Seven Poems for Seven Days of Valentine.

Day Seven: An original.
This is the last of the seven poems. 😀
*Mixed feelings of completing a challenge.*

Happy Valentine’s Day!
Let me know what you think of it.


About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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