this is the story
of the little girl
who wore her hair in blonde pigtails
with her happy green eyes
and the smile that was pure
but then she grew up
and words tooks their toll
and now
her happy green eyes
aren't so happy anymore
and her blonde hair isn't in pigtails
and that smile on her face
isn't real.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.