I lost that blue crayon
The one I wanted to use to paint my sky
That left me shattered
And it was enough to get my confidence dried!I lost that crayon
The one I wanted to use to paint my deep sea
I started questioning my self
I thought I lost the real me!"Never give up this time around " heart said
"You are allowed to scream
You are allowed to cry
Yes it is harder to wait
But it is more difficult to regret"!I searched for that crayon
Someone told me that you are here for a very walk
I still didn't lose hope
Because I am optimistic that it will all sound great in my ted talk!
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoetryThe smile we let the other see while we are dying a little everyday.. The collection of poems hard and clear about what hurts Orginal and selfwritten.