Like Working For Heaven
Not Religious-Related
She lays there
What is she waitng for?
A man? A job?
Ha.
These don’t come easy.
People laugh.
Well,
She already has both
Kind-of
She can pretend an invisible man
For money?
She works instead of needing a man
Actually, she loves working 24/7
It is like working for heaven
Oh why was she never arranged at birth
She didn’t get walked down the aisle with her Father
Like all the other girls
Her dinners spent alone
In her quaint house
Oh. Ok.
Are you curious yet
Do you know what she
Does as a job
She is a writer!
And maybe one day
People like you
Might make her famous
About the Creator
Leiann Lynn Rose Spontaneo
Studied Political Science at Duquesne University.
Highest Honors Graduate in Fitness and Nutrition from Stratford Career Institute.
Her future plans are to become an aromatherapist to help people with their ailments using essential oils.
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