All I wanted was to grow up
so I could grow old with you,
but instead we grew apart.
Maybe childhood is like a nightmare that takes
too many time too realize which kind of dream it is.
Or maybe it was me.
Perhaps I was wrenched and rotten and misguided and you didn't really thought
it would last, but it did.
Abnormal children can still be adored, abnormal adolescents
should be hid in their bedrooms.
They must not disturb our fabricated peace.
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