Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2014
When I was young,

The grass was greener
The sky was bluer
The clouds were whiter

But now that I'm older,

The bills are greener
The bruises are bluer
And the faces are *whiter
B
Written by
B  28/M
(28/M)   
4.0k
   Sorrow Cain, laura and Zelda Morgan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems