i've been staring at these walls for years
they haven't changed in awhile
they use to be different when I was younger
full of life and full of wonder
but now that i grew older
all the color now is faded
YOU ARE READING
Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
