pitiful grey

by dark angle wings

it a poem on how my day went. i think it really good and of course it has something to do with vampire it so sad they keep to them self. why can't we all see them?

Pitiful grey

Pitiful grey

Oh, what a pitiful, pitiful day.

The days are grey,

And no one there to play.

Grey is the color of a pitiful, pitiful day.

I wish for the sun.

For the sun, makes every thing fun.

If I were you I would run,

Run for the sun.

I say again and again,

It time for the sun to begin.

I'll wait if I have to,

But it may be too late.

Some people they never see the sun.

I hope to never be one,

For I know I'll never see a color day.

For as long as I lay.