Not black, not white, just in between
A quiet haze, a muted dream
Grey whispers softly, like rain on stone
A palette of silence, a world unknown
Grey feels like mornings wrapped in clouds
Muted voices, no need to shout
It’s the color of waiting, the pause in between
The shadow of hope and what might have been
A quiet kind of heavy that lingers in the air
Not sadness, not joy—just being aware
It’s the road that stretches, no clear end in sight
It’s the dim glow of twilight, not day, not night
A balancing act, a steady sway
Grey pulls you close, then drifts away
Grey isn’t empty, it’s full of tones
The color of spaces that feel like home
A canvas for longing, a song unsung
Grey is the weight of breath on your tongue
Not the start, not the end—just today
This is the feeling, the shade of grey
Grey feels like echoes that don’t fade out
It’s the stillness of answers wrapped in doubt
Like footsteps in fog, unsure where they lead
Grey holds the silence, plants the seed
Of something unspoken, a truth undefined
Grey is the tether between heart and mind
It’s the color of rain, of ash, of stone
The in-between moments when you’re alone
The blend of emotions you can’t quite place
Grey holds the beauty of empty space
Grey isn’t empty, it’s full of tones
The color of spaces that feel like home
A canvas for longing, a song unsung
Grey is the weight of breath on your tongue
Not the start, not the end—just today
This is the feeling, the shade of grey
Grey fades like shadows at the edge of sight
Not quite wrong, not quite right
A gentle reminder, it’s okay to stay
In the tender embrace of the color grey