Clicking away on the screen, I sit at my desk.
Wondering when school will be done.
I reach out to grasp my water bottle, only for my keyboard to fall.
This is going to be a long day.
I was walking out of my room when I heard a loud crash from downstairs.
My younger sibling was playing Minecraft with their friend.
They were getting blown up by creepers.
I just saluted "o7" style.
YOU ARE READING
Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
