The rain was pouring until noon
With the aura of little Holly,
Making me hope that very soon
She'll give up acting so folly.
Though a child, is that an excuse
For lack of self-preservation?
How can she think others would choose
Her over every nation?
The sweetest smile, yet hard to trust,
Considering how easily she lies
To escape punishment when she must,
To deter everyone who still tries.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
