My Lady Grey

My Lady Grey

A Poem by William Coad

My lady grey,

She keeps me at home,

she keeps me at home,

she keeps me at home-

My lady grey,

she keeps me at home,

and won't let me out to play.


My lady grey,

She keeps me at home,

she keeps me at home,

she keeps me at home-

My lady grey,

she keeps me at home,

she keeps me home all day.


My lady grey,

she plays with my heart,

she plays with my heart,

she plays with my heart.

My lady grey,

won't let go of my heart,

she's begging for me to stay.


Dear lady grey,

I'm asking nicely,

I'm asking nicely,

I'm asking nicely,

My lady grey

Is making me think,

that she's not my lady grey.


My poor writing man,

She watches me type,

she watches me type,

she watches me type.

My poor writer-

You misread our love,

'cause you're a thing for me to play.

© 2014 William Coad


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Added on November 5, 2014
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William Coad
William Coad

San Fransico, CA



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I am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..

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