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)
- Published: May 6th, 2019 14:26
- Category: Short story
- Views: 14
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