No one sat on the couch.
It was to sad for a couch.
It wasn't like the other couch.
The other couch was better, happier, brighter then the broken one.
The broken one was used and abused to much.
The couch saw things it didnt want to see.
It heard crual words no one should have heard.
The couch was always the forgotten one.
The couch will be removed soon.
It will be gone and replaced soon.
I wanted to make a poem type thing so here we are!
YOU ARE READING
Trying Things!
Casualea book where I try things like prompts and some smexy scenes 👀😏 and maybe some poems. Whatever.
