Pastels

This was the day I finally understood.
Understood where I stand.
She was my cracked, old crayons, the Rose-Art of my childhood.
Crayons are crayons; she was not the color I thought.
Just a different kind of crayon.
I found my pastels today. A man to help me create beautiful art of my own..
Instead of coloring inside the lines of others.
I have grown up, I have found a better medium, I will never touch crayons again..