Cray onnnns

The tip of my crayon broke.

I flipped it to the flat side.

But it broke again. So I decided 

To take the paper off and 

Roll it, smear it. It looks sweet!

But now my crayon is gone.

It's all over my paper, not 

Between my fingers. 

I ask a girl I've never met, 

Do you want to play? 

It was a simple question. 

Now I'm nearing an adult. 

My crayons broke, same with

Fitting in. I can't ask you to play now.
Not in this day and age.
My crayons are broken. Colorless.

I don't have them to share anymore.

I just want to color. But someone took my rainbow.
 It's black and white now, with grey to blend.

But that wont stop me, I need the 
Pinks, and Greens, don't forget blue.

When I was six, the only thing that was
Hard was finding my mom in a 

grocery store.
Or having to leave the park.
Now I take my brother to the park. I
Want to leave after an hour.

Bring back the old me. 

The old you, too. 

I have a bag of crayons.

I'm waiting to share with

You.