do you ever wonder
about the crayons
that don't get used
the broken ones
that sit at the bottom of the box
searching for its other half
or the ones still holding on
holding onto their other half
with the thin paper
holding onto the last glimpse of hope
hoping for someone to find them
but they never do
they leave them at the bottom of the box
the broken ones
at the bottom of the box
like us
YOU ARE READING
unspoken thoughts
Poetryin which the words of my mind find them selves on paper.... poems written about how i feel, my perspective of life or random stuff :)
