She keeps asking me why daddy doesn't come home, and it's getting harder and harder every time.
A rhyming ditty about how the real world works.
On Instagram, I got the prompt from a friend about school being like a prison. And this is something simple I came up with. XD Thank you for reading! (Simple because I hate Tuesdays and am tired. :P)
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.
Im not sure how this relates but whatever.
first time trying these huh...
Three in a day. wow.
I don't write what gets the most likes, but when I work hard on a post and thing it's really good it gets a single like.
Something short to do with vengeance, more like an image of a moment.
We're all part of the system.
mirror cinquain for today's prompt
The struggles we go through
The system a cruel manifestation to some To others a place of leisure and fun
Life as a thing is not as mysterious as those who tend to live it.....
You may comment in English. :D
Life on Earth in like a system. The Earth goes round,