As we grow, the world changes
Or it doesn't, but our naivety is lost as we grow out of it
First, your parents are people who could never mess up
But then you realize that they aren't perfect, just like you're not perfect
But you love them in spite of their imperfections
YOU ARE READING
Severed Silence
PoesíaPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
