Faded
Faded blue jeans with a hole on the knee cartoonish drawings on my bare knee.
faded bottled emotions , looking for a solution so much anger and so much hurt.
falling and landing in the powdered dirt learning my way, with my trusted blue bike with
the banana seat with flowers and a basket leading the way. I want these days to last forever .
but they are faded in the distance between the roads the lead to nowhere and the neon reality
of adult hood signs.
This poem is about:
Me