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by Jemma Jun 16, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Seeing past through the screens Crisp white linen, sails at sea Halls of mirrors and I what's behind? And I always look between Shades of grey Nothing's ever gonna be black and white Nothing is that simple There is no wrong, no right There never can be There's always an exception to the rule I never made them; I'm made to break them I keep looking for answers on an empty page And I always find half-truths Deception of life, so complete It keeps tricking me I keep seeing shades of grey, Everything in-between