i saw a painting
i saw painting of what our childhood should be
intead it turned into a monster horribly
it was a painting of two young girls;
fresh from youth
with backpacks on board
the two have braided pigtails,
arms on each other's shoulders
it was clear that they're bestfriends
like what are we
or is it what we are?
i doubt it so
for childhood ruined us both
maybe the painting should be a clear indication
that we made a mistake,
no explanation
YOU ARE READING
whole poems from a broken girl
Randomwhy are the poems whole, when the author seems to be broken? cover by @babyblue997
