
remember when these were our masterpieces that were hung on the fridge or on our bedroom walls, glorified for all to see? remember when we decided we had to be older?
remember when these were our masterpieces that were hung on the fridge or on our bedroom walls, glorified for all to see? remember when we decided we had to be older?
these shoes feel like wings.
i am
f l y i n g
across the newly grooved pavement, balancing
on pink wheels and scraped knees and a perfect morning
there are things i want to say to you. i feel like a fangirl; like rounded block letters on lined paper and i's dotted with hearts. i
america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her
eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers
to everything and she can't understand why
no one will tell her.
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