okay i said i was not gonna make this cringey but i saw a post
and got a little inspired so i might as well return to my roots, yea?
*ahem*
here goes.//
I'm laying on my belly, playing with the grass when I notice you stirring.
"You have a nice nap?"
Your eyes flutter open. You have a scrunched look on your face. You ask me about the events of the last few days, but you mention a lot of things I don't recognize.
I tell you about the little farm I have hidden in the woods, and about my plans to help L'manburg win its independence (since you told me you were with them).
You only seem to get more confused. You tell me that that was months ago.
"C'mon, this is the Dream SMP, do you really think any of this really happened?"
They weren't my words, but they came from my mouth. I agree, though, so I just shrug it off.
I stretch and get up, shooting you a sly, squinty smile. I reach out my hand to help you up.
"Come on. We have an independence to win."
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...