Remembering all my yesterdays
haunt my perplexed youth and the future of my adulthood
I want to remember the innocence my hands once grasped
and forget the bitterness of past
I play all day - with the idea of a better world
filled with literature and tea and no ***** words
pink frills of hope and cold rain on the window
I am no longer a little girl - but i want to be
not worrying about sizes, but if the streetlights are on
Today I wear black tights with ripped seams
but tomorrow these years of being misunderstood and chronically confused
will be a mere memory