Satin And Grey

written at the tender age of 16 about unrequited love, some 19 years ago now.

Paint me a picture of satin and grey

My life has been empty since you went away

Colour it dark with the shades of the night

Bring in the clouds that have misted my sight

 

Pick me a flower that has withered and died

Destroyed so quickly by the tears that I've cried

The petals have fallen, they lay scattered around

And beauty has faded to dust on the ground