𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤...

A/N: Just a simple poem by me, My name is Rhen by the way! Nice to meet you :)

Whose Book is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her Book a shake,
And laughs until her bellyaches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Book is Strange, Little and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

~A poem by Rhen ♥

I also wrote another version of this one but it's kinda sad so this is your warning.

Whose Book is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her Book a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Book is Strange, Little and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.

~A poem by Rhen ♥