Pieces & Poetry

lazy¿

poem

sullen greetings, a yawn;

body reeks exhaustion,

i'm merely that brawn,

but there's an insinuation.

an instigated plea-

to help,

furnish the house decorum,

eyes glance to see her-mum.

stretch the entire expanse,

watches my cold stance,

carpets, the shade  blue,

my brothers clothes hue,

scampered away

figured she'd say-

lazy.

mayhap i shouldn't eat,

a slack hand doesn't feed,

for now, so be it.

someone tumbles,

i hear lowly grumbles,

in my room crumpled.

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A/N: thanks for reading (: ❦ so much it's personal to someone special.

written: 30/10/14

Thursday night.