Poetry: The Abstract Lust

Subtle affection brought to light in this bleak drenched place
Her expression grey, full of fright hidden in her face
The purple man, he runs for it not looking in her way
He longs for another, gold girl for a lover
She has to keep her thoughts at bay
Because she's not gold
Or even a color, for grey is a shade
She was once blue
All shiny and new
But, his running made her fade
He can't have the gold
That girl has been sold
Although she gave a glance
Still he runs from the grey
Her color sees no day
She didn't even get a chance