How you would never see through
something that seemed so true.

It's always the things that seem
truest that you never think about
looking close enough to realize that
they were never all that true at all.

I guess somethings are not meant to be,
especially when the people have nothing in common
except for the thoughts that progress in the mind.
Other then those thoughts, nothing in common.
The care, the love, the thoughts, the conversations, the friendship:
all there..
just slightly..

faded into gray.

We've faded into gray
I've faded into gray.

NOTE: Ok so I took Julie's advice. This was actually just a normal
paragraph in my xanga and Julie left a comment saying I should try and turn
this into a poem. I am hoping she was right and that it turn out ok.
 
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