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.
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.
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.
Pinks, and Greens, don't forget blue.
When I was six, the only thing that was
Hard was finding my mom in a
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.
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
That was beautiful! I love that! I can totally relate! Good job!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteIt really makes you look at yourself.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bob!
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