You know those days where you just see things in the color grey?
Well, you see it wasn’t just a grey day for me.
Every day was a day where I could not breathe.
I could not catch my breath and see the life in front of me.
Do you have those dreams?
Of what you anticipate the next day to bring?
Every Sunday was mine.
Hoping Monday wouldn’t arrive.
Every day I wished it to be the next.
Memorizing the motions of daily strife.
To repeat the same weeks that had just gone by.
I believed I had already died.
But now, thanks to your beauty in disguise, I am back to life.
Back to the old me I yearned to retrieve.
As ugly as you are, there is no vengeance in my heart.
The past will no longer take over me,
For the present & future is all I see.