her soul was like a void
all black and cold like ice
but he put his trust in her
because she seemed nice
but after a while he figured out
and he felt like a fool
one part because he trusted her
and the other, he was so mad he lost his cool
—a/n—
yikes yikes yikes
this poem makes me cringe but i kind of like it so here ya go!
yes yes, i know, "where have you been?" , "where is 11:11?", "why are you quoting things that no one said?"
1. i've been working hard as heck trying to juggle three activities and school. between soccer, dance, and band, i'm just trying to focus on school work in my spare time.
2. i'm trying y'all (not really true because i haven't even started the next chapter). but honestly, it takes so much to write a well thought out chapter. anyone who updates multiple books a few times a week i give you so much credit.
3. because i can, duh
okay well sorry guys, i'll try and post a bit more. no promises :)
madison
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matter
Poesiamat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
