My words


The grass is green,

The grass is green.

My eyes are burning,

New things to be learning.

Very concerning,

The clock is turning.

My phone sounds like a ping,

I'm no Queen or King!

I like to be right 

I love to look colourful and bright.

Roses can be colourful,

The outside can be very dull.

I feel so calm and wonderful,

I push a door even though it says pull.

I feel stupid not beautiful!!

  • Author: Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2019 14:26
  • Category: Short story
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