I worked for her
I cared for her
And now shes gone
I have nothing to do
So i sit there
So i slept there
And ate
And never clean
" Your room is a mess! "
I know, does it have to be my fault?
Yes
But still,
Shes goneWhy would i work? If i can just rest.
Sloth☆'°
YOU ARE READING
i see in many ways more than ONE
Poetrypoems about the 7 deadly sins and the 5 stages of grief (+ emotions.)
Sloth
I worked for her
I cared for her
And now shes gone
I have nothing to do
So i sit there
So i slept there
And ate
And never clean
" Your room is a mess! "
I know, does it have to be my fault?
Yes
But still,
Shes goneWhy would i work? If i can just rest.
Sloth☆'°