the time flies, really
it could seem like yesterday
you were blowing on dandelions,
making impossible wishes.
now you're going out and having fun
and you never noticed how growing up is evil
it ruins every bone of you
until you're crushed.
now instead of dressing as a princess
you're wearing short shorts and a bralette
you never know how much you've grown up
until it's way too late
++ i relapsed and I fucking tore my arm up I'm so done
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
