Inkpaw

ASH BLUNT'S ROOM

maybelle Peterson, typing. . . 

dark purple is the color of secrets 
and stories whispered by candlelight 
dark purple was the color of our friendship
before I left 
dark purple is the color of forgotten dreams 

why must I sit here
a prisoner of my own emotions 
a captive of my thoughts 
why must I suffer through this endless turmoil 
ever confused and never finding peace
why must everybody leave me 

childhood passes like a butterfly 
all to soon it's up and left
taking it's innocence 
it's freedom 
it's careless joy 
childhood leaves like a ex 
angrily and with much shouting 

I miss the innocence of being five
not knowing about the things I know now
not having the wants 
the needs 
that I have now
I miss the freedom of being six
and not being told to go do chores