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by Scott Cole Jul 30, 2015 category : Life, society / about society
And every since I met her She's been really close to me, My one girl in that million You best better believe. She's ghostly grey in color As obsessed as can be, For when I'm in the limelight She's right there next to me. She's been everywhere I have And she's seen awhole lot too, Whatever that I tries to do She sticks to me like glue. She's never says a single word Because she's shy as can be, So everytime I see my friends I just bring her along with me. For she's always on my back And nearly tripping over me, While looking over my shoulder To see what she can see. She's such a noisy little lady And as dark as she can be, She's always in my business With her backside up to me. She can be somewhat scary The way she sneaks around, Without either of her feet Ever touching on the ground. So mister if you would allow Could I tell you something, If you take away her light She's but only make believe. For she's the shadow of light The darkness of the mid-day, The creation of my afterlife My ghostly shade of grey.