I color
with crayons for a
reason.
because i colored with them when i was
little.
when i was little,
the world was beautiful.
God loved you, the end.
There were no bad words,
no one to hurt you,
skinned knees were kissed by mom,
boys had cooties,
friends were everyone,
rumors werent spread.
Life
was
amazing.
So i color
with crayons,
because i think, maybe, the world would be beautiful
again.
