A lovey-dovey, mind numbingly painful poem // Volkner
... Think, think, think.... All there was on her desk was a blank paper and tons of colorful markers. Maybe she'll get extra points or something for making the damn thing pretty.
A sigh escaped her as she wrote down the first things that could come into her head, hoping Volkner was still asleep somewhere in the cramped living space. Out of all the places, she had to be in a trailer with a man she dislikes greatly.
"Okay, uh..." She scanned over the finished product. It was... okay, but it was all up for her 'husband' to judge, anyways.
"OOOIII, VOLKNER! Get your stupid face over here!"
















