A salacious sheen on her eyes
Not wet anymore
Now dry, even though yesterday she cried
The death of an agent, a friend; a brilliant life that met its end
A unease situation on her hands
Pink had now to find a replacement
But who, who would fit the place
Of the agency best ever agent?
*AN*
I want you to become an agent! Please don't let Pink and Little Big Agency without a special agent! We need you okay?
In order to become a agent I just need you to comment who died, for me to know that you know the story and tell me why you should work with me here! You can also tell your friends to be a part of this, they just have to read 'A floor painted red'.
Everybody is welcome!
YOU ARE READING
Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
