Grey Matter

Its not love, its not being friends
Then what is it? Cuz Its familiar
A broken cause makes sense
Yet seems so perfect at times

Even for a while though its near the end..

Sure, its a possible affair
Lasting or not is simply unarguable
Ups and downs that make it hell

The warmth of caresses, heart jump starts..

To be or just take a step back
Won't stand a chance in the darkness
A familiar face a familiar fear

Its not love or maybe it is ?

For every right reason its not black
For every wrong its not white
I'm stuck in a middle no way out
Leave it at that, its grey ...

Your ghost

Walking away from my own shadows
haven't seen a single day of light
given up on every spirit around
one soul I search , its your ghost

Friends say life has to go on
makes sense but why does it hurt
some demons we make of ourselves
some are mistakes we never did intend

I say this with all conviction and thought
I'm only human sometimes I get lost
for reasons that seem unworthy of me
sins are forgiven, burdens I carry

Casual conversations I hide within
slight ray of sunshine sometimes I find
Shy from you ghost, shed a tear or two
where I walked once there was you.