Have you withered in your room today
While the other children go out to play
You sit inside, grown up but long
To find a place where you belong
And though your cheeks are full of youth
You feel the dust inside of you
For what you've seen, for what you've done
Your older inside even though your young
YOU ARE READING
Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
