London Bridge is Falling DownIt is one o'clockLondon Bridge is Falling Down by Irrelephantlovesyou
And I have been playing Jenga
For two years, eight months
Twenty-three days, four hours
And approximately fifteen
I slide books from their slots
One by one, the teetering tower
Becoming more teetering
And less towering.
All the poetry books are gone,
Stored underneath my bed,
Because I love reading them at
Three thirty in the afternoon,
When everyone is doing something
One day the wall of books
Will topple to the ground,
Onto my ashen carpet, for yesterday
The apocalypse had taken place
While I was washing dishes.
I guess I missed it, but luckily
The book tower is still standing,
And it will continue to be there
Until I make a mistake and all of it
Erupts into a shower of finality and fire and
Ey! I'm Sophia, a college freshman at Boston University attempting to become a graphic designer.|
I like all sorts of art, reality competition shows, Oscar Wilde, some Glee things (mostly Darren Criss), tumbling around, smelling new art supplies, Sherlock, american cheese, and overcast days.
Mostly I draw people, some original characters, and the occasional fan art of my (far too) numerous fandoms.
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