A million crayons in the world
In a row, they stay
In their box, not being twirled
They stay silent, making not a sound
Their paper clothes can be curled
But, nobody bothers
All the crayons, sitting still in this motionless world
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Non-Fictionmeh i got the idea to put my poetry on here from @peacechic22 also i feel a trigger warning is necessary
