Twenty First Century Hell

July 15, 2019

I stare at my phone

waiting for it to ring

I'm expecting a dm

from my boy, the king

My bestie cupid

gave me his snap

we've stayed up so late talking

that I've had to take a few naps

But at his house

I had some pomegranate dip

And now he's acting like

we are married and things

I know this sounds great

But here's the tea,

Hades is now obsessively

controlling over me

Its been a few months,

We've dropped all the lies

and now I'm so happy with hades

that time just flies.

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