when we were young we didn't know any better
now we rehash the same words our mothers told us
when we were babies and reaching for pill bottles
or macaroni pot handles
i'm seventeen years old and i still can't open childproof pill bottles
maybe it's for the better
not that i care
but you can get into pill bottles
and you always will
and when our stomachs rumble without macaroni and we sleep on the sidewalk
and you haven't gotten a haircut in 3 whole years
we'll finally understand why our mothers told us no
- Author: Prudence van der Linden (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 31st, 2017 17:03
- Category: Sad
- Views: 17
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