Though it's in her name,
She is no gem - more of a rock.
She walked through a blazing hell,
Which made her priority to mock.
Her every word is sharper
Than the pencil she lent me months ago
Only for me to selfishly keep it;
Currently, that pencil's on the go.
She texted me once: "Where is it?
The pencil you have yet to return?"
I didn't reply yet, though I promised I would,
For her reaction will make the world burn.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PuisiA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
