fade my colors
to grey
paint over me
but i will still be there
weren't you
ever told to not
damage fragile things
i once was a blank
white canvas
pristine and new
and now
without any further a do
a drown out canvas
praise my pain
the bottom right corner
you signed your name
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
