MuichirosFriend

Guess who is debating to rewrite their Keqing x reader from way back when

obanaishardnipples

*points to you*
• Reply

MuichirosFriend

Pov: people start praising your writing works, so you get motivation
          
          
          My poem: 
          
          Seasons and Love
          
          Along the fields of gold
          A river of crystal blue water
          Forests of yellow, orange, and red
          The cool crisp air nipping at my skin
          My Sunday sun dress unable to keep me warm
          A bright smile lit up on my face
          The season of change and falling leaves
          A resemblance of love
          The change of heart and feelings
          The falling till you cant feel anything but happy around them 
          The cool crisp air soon turns 
          A cold breeze hits my cool skin
          The leaves all gone off the trees
          No fields, frozen rivers
          No warmth 
          A resemblance of heart break
          the cold referencing the sadness pulling your heart
          The emptiness you feel
          The emotion love being frozen, locked away
          A feeling that is hard to restore 
          Soon the feeling chances. 
          Warmer air begins to pull at my skin.
          A feeling of recovery
          Flowers of many colors begin to grow
          Leaves come back, the river unfreezes 
          The feeling of hope coming back
          The emptiness leaving
          That feeling that was once locked away, now free
          The air begins to grow hot. 
          The heat making me melt
          The greens of the forest and the ground
          The now gone flowers, replaced with Dandelions
          A different reassuring hope
          A clear mind
          Dandelions, a sign of freedom
          As i blow on one, the seeds fly away in the air
          They are free to dance for as long as the wind takes them
          A feeling, love, can take you as far as it wants you to
          Then it repeats all over again
          An endless loop of emotions
          For it isnt always love
          Perhaps, happiness could be the emotion
          
          
          -this poem was inspired by many things. Im to lazy to list them. Douma x reader getting chapter 2 soon.