Ashes Of My Diary..

Greyish Love..

Why did I always paint love either in white or black mess??
When it was the greyish one for me, somewhere between the more & less..

Why I'd searched glimpse of the black in their fairy tales??
Where all I'd ever received was the terrible lies & dark games..

Why I didn't see the ugliest truth on both of their sides??
Or did love just allowed me to create my own greyish tides..

Why would they ask me reasons to falling for a colourless way??
Thus, I know, it wasn't love but me who wanted it to be a 'Grey'..