Oh how I wish to go back
To those days of blatant chatter
When my childish ways
Did not matter.
Stop being a baby, they tell me.
Become a wonderful lady
With intelligence that can be
More than satisfactory.
Nevermind those wants
And desires of yours
All I need is to be a happy child
Once more.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty In Yellow
PoezieA bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow."...
