pommy-girl

It was disaturous day; That one, upon my eyes did lay, On the prettiest little thing. Seemed so innocent, so cute and human. Blue eyes looking into my character; Seeing what I had in store She asked me for a night, Then she asked for a price And I said, "Holy hell, you're a whore!"

Vicki sat lonely beneath a kiwi fruit tree, it was a nice early autumn day and the leaves were floating upwards in the breeze. She sat with her legs raised so that she could hold a note book in her lap. She had an assortment of coloured pencils laid out beside her. She was procrastinating them into the order of the rainbow. She stopped when she realised she had no idea where black or white went on the scale. She linked her arms between her knees and rocked for a bit. Something was on her mind, she had a blank page in front of her, the materials to do something with it but nothing came to mind as to what she could jot down. She looked around