“You can’t make a story with just two sentences”!
After the wing healed, I let her go.
I believed in angels after that.
“You’re going to die alone”.
“That may be, but I’ll live with her”.
“You deserve someone who knows you better.
And here, I saved you the blue M&Ms”.
A tree landed on my car before it spun out of control.
I got out of my car and said “Thanks Dad, and rest in peace”.
“I like things a gentleman should not enjoy” he said.
“I’ve got handcuffs in my bag” she replied with a smile.
“That’s ok sweetie, we all have demons”.
“Are yours in your basement too”?
It was a boy meets girl story until the dick pic was sent.
He was surprised to say the least.
I came across a talking diamond
I picked it up and listened to what was said
It spoke of how it wasn’t pretty yet
Wanting my shade of red
Now my pants are black and my jacket is green
Whatever could the diamond mean
I woke in a groggy state
Crimson nightmares hurled me into the waking land
Where the diamond had turned pink
And lay sleeping in my hand
The clock mocked
As the energy needed for simple tasks shocked
But it does not matter
How awfully slow the days go by
For I have my talking diamond
Always by my side
I now have a pale complexion
And shadows under my eyes
Upon closer inspection
Yet the cause of all this
There is no detection
Until my talking diamond spoke
One last time
About the shade of red
It could never find
It said rubies get all the fame
So to match is to mimic
And to mimic is to be the same
Within my veins coursed its shade of red
It knows I am too weak
To get out of bed
The diamond will be pretty
The ruby has been fed