an ode to childhood chime

saturday liked sneaking up on me in the evening

with a handful of the days minutes stashed away;

whilst wednesdays were rolled out

and k n e a d e d

like bread dough that never reached the right consistency.

becoming tedious and strained,

fractured and frayed,

accompanied compare to the

sunken glow of profiting woe

for monday's despair.

thursdaysaremyfavouritedayoftheweek.

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Emory_With3rs

luv this!!

gee thanks!! <3

np! do you have a LiveJournal?

i’ve been meaning to set one up, i’ll let you know when i do! what’s your lj account, i’ll give it a nosy :D

Yay! You should definitely set it up so I can fanboy over your writing lmao, my Lj is r3ading-emory

cici ☆

the way u write ughhh 2 good!!

aw i'm blushing ty! ty! ty!

emi o.O

felt this in my BONES!!!!!!! i luv how u write <3

GAH thank you so much!! and a sorry too :')