BB Grey–musings

 

“I raise the sheet, I seek the moon, for shadows, thoughts, or signs— a whispered ‘I love you’ soon, to make the darkness mine.”

 

(A Song)

[Verse 1]

It’s Monday evening now,

I’ve scoured corners, bare and bleak—

beneath the table’s shadowed bow,

where dust and silence speak.

Inside cracked vases, hollow, still,

no echoes of a friend remain,

just emptiness, a void to fill,

and whispers of my pain.

[Chorus]

Oh, Monday, you’re so unkind,

you leave me searching, lost in time.

But I’ll string letters, line by line,

and craft a friend to call mine.

[Verse 2]

The fridge, with faces bright and framed,

offers no solace here.

So I write my way through the ache unnamed,

and fight the weight of fear.

A friend of ink and fleeting light,

who comforts in this hour,

whose cost is less than a dime,

yet holds a fragile power.

[Chorus]

Oh, Monday, you’re so unkind,

you leave me searching, lost in time.

But I’ll string letters, line by line,

and craft a friend to call mine.

[Bridge]

I raise the sheet, I seek the moon,

for shadows, thoughts, or signs—

a whispered “I love you” soon,

to make the darkness mine.

But some days ring so void,

no winds to lift my back,

no “love you’s” to avoid,

just silence, stark and black.

[Verse 3]

Yet tomorrow is Tuesday,

I whisper with a sigh.

Today was Monday—

I bid it goodbye.

[Outro]

Oh, Monday, you’re so unkind,

but Tuesday’s light, I’ll surely find.

I’ll string my heart, I’ll rewind,

and leave you, Monday, far behind.

 

bb grey

first song