Lovely Shade of Grey

I feel my life passing, as little more than a blur

No today, no tomorrow, no love, no hurt

 

Much like the grey shades in masquerades,

The ones that could never flatter,

I'm standing in a crowd, doing my best to matter

 

I watch the reds, the blues, the yellows, the golds

Catching every eye with the warmth of their tones

 

My eyes too drift across the floor

When I suddenly see her

Red like no other rose I have seen before

 

She takes a step, a second, a third

Her eyes somehow find me, as she stops and turns

 

Towards me, she slowly makes her way

And when she arrives, towards me she starts to say

"Oh my goodness, what a lovely shade of grey"

Author's Note

This was my first poem, be gentle please