Lovanic

My reflection smirks like it’s got a better plan than I do today.

Why did the candle go out? It burned too long for dreams that never lit.

The clock’s hands froze - it’s done counting seconds I spend procrastinating.

Life’s like a board game / I keep rolling, but the rules keep changing.

Why did the fork bend? It was tired of picking up everyone else’s mess.

My notebook’s pages are blank, like my brain when deadlines creep closer.

Ever wonder if the moon glows just to remind us darkness isn’t forever?

The door hinge squeaked - it’s begging me to step into something new.

My goals are like bubbles- shiny and full of promise until they burst.

Why did the teapot whistle? It was boiling over with unspoken frustrations.