She whispers in my ear that everything will be alright.
She tells me that I do not have to stay up all night.
She reminds me to take a break,
and to treat myself to cake.
She nags me to not overwork myself,
and that I don't have to be exhausted to like myself.
She never cheers me on when I work,
Instead, she starts to go beserk.
She likes when I listen to her.
Even more, when I spend time with her.
I should have known better than to become friends
with a girl named Procrastinate.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
She whispers in my ear that everything will be alright.
She tells me that I do not have to stay up all night.
She reminds me to take a break,
and to treat myself to cake.
She nags me to not overwork myself,
and that I don't have to be exhausted to like myself.
She never cheers me on when I work,
Instead, she starts to go beserk.
She likes when I listen to her.
Even more, when I spend time with her.
I should have known better than to become friends
with a girl named Procrastinate.
I'm actually procrastinating right now by writing this poem, so I thought it seemed fitting.