You want me to be grey
To display a muted being
You want to mood me black
Then attack the thing that I love
Which is you
Your strokes paint me into shrink and fade
Like beige
But I will not believe your false story
For hope is my crowning color of glory
So do not look away
From my palette of love and creativity
That paints our canvas with tender sensitivity
My love for you should not be held in scorn
Everyday is a new day for life to be reborn
From your grey
