I see colours in our picture
We drew a sketch
You filled it in
I looked for white spots
And found them
Except she's now holding the crayon.
YOU ARE READING
words on suffering
Poetrymaybe we are more than broken hearts and untold lies 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍
the other girl
I see colours in our picture
We drew a sketch
You filled it in
I looked for white spots
And found them
Except she's now holding the crayon.
