Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Nope, not cute in the least. Still, she had to laugh at Nova's visceral reaction, and hummed thoughtfully as she considered how to structure a poem. It would have to be polite enough that it wasn't taken as an insult, but poetry was not the same without a degree of honesty. And she had strong opinions on his habit of strolling through her mind uninvited... Getting tired of my own words
Running a few different combinations through her mind, Maea eventually cleared her throat.
"Foxy Vox never knocks before he stalks in and talks to the flocks. Headlocks the peacocks on sidewalks and boondocks, spacewalks like warlocks through cellblocks, there's no detox from the chatterbox Vox."
Winking at Nova, she waited for a rection; honestly, Maea was rather pleased with herself. "How's that for a tongue twister? Your turn."
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
