I was just a frog hoppin’ along looking for my toad
I knew it would take a while, so I settled in for the long haul
The sky changed from a relaxed robin’s egg to a stormy grey
I went inside to sleep it off, just for a few days
Instead of emerging to find my toad awaiting me to play
I awoke one day
I dragged myself to the mirror
Only to find toad had arrived to my dismay
He had found me sleeping
Settled in the quietness while I lay
Now I quietly pace about, grumbling to myself
Wondering about all the things that haven’t gone my way
But I think to myself
At least I know one day
My frog will come searching for me
And that will be my last boring day
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
Writing to sort the trapped ideas, and unsaid words left inside my mind. My brand is BlockWife. I am reselling, writing, and creating content on multiple platforms, check me out on link tree https://linktr.ee/blockwife
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