colour play

The waves come crashing in,
Silently slipping through is a grin,
pulling together her hair blowing with the breeze,
all alone, she has only herself to please,

she asks why she let her self believe,
that yesterdays could be retrieved,
now she's left with use-to-be's,
memories that leave her with shaky knees,

etching her name in the sand,
the chill goes up her hand,
a distant dream feels the laughter,
the thoughts of a happy-ever-after,

glancing at her palm,
they've turned grey, everything they touch they seem to harm,
she scrapes and rubs like mad,
tears can stop it from doing bad,

the white world's turned grey,
because of her hands play,
the sorrow's spread all round,
run, run and tell everyone for doomsday they're bound,

her eyes red and puffy, the only other colour for miles,
scrubs it in the sea but faliure seems to be the consequence of all her trials,
nature once white was touched by this dreadful plight,
not even the sun can make this world bright,

it seems funny being the only one,
when before from crowd she used to run,
she drags her grey hand to her face,
the next minute she disappears without a trace...