• These days are grey.

    The people are falling out of love.

    They are bored.

    The one’s they once loved are no more.

    The weather is gloomy.

    Though in the early new born babe of the morning,

    it’s foggy and pretty.

    Only those like me know

    We are the Lonely,

    The Night Owl,

    The Broken.

    I can only put a band-aid on.

    To feel a little more whole.

    Though I know I still have the cut.