Mikoto, our king, our fatherHe is our king, in our eyesMikoto, our king, our father3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Who makes our bonds stronger
He is like a father to us
Giving the warmth and family
We have all wished for
Showing what it means
To fight for our pride
He will always be in our hearts
He is Mikoto,
Redhead and Skaterboy 01Sigh. The young redhead released an agitated yet strained-like breath as her brown eyes kept themselves occupied to the concrete ground. Her mind was in a haywire despite the loud music emanating off from her headsets, blurred emotions and nautical nonsense swirled around her brain as she legitimately recalled her reason to walk to her big brother's HQ on a Saturday at 8 in the morning.Redhead and Skaterboy 013 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At early 6 am, she got an "urgent" call from her brother ordering her to arrive at Homura at 8 am sharp or else, then hangs up. And then she groggily turned to her alarm clock and took notice the time and day for him to call, Misaki cursed him with every known curses he never knew she knew.
By 6:59 am, she finally (and grudgingly) gets out of bed, rushing to take a quick shower.
At 7:13, she lazily puts on her underwear, a hanging vintage tee, gray shorts, her favorite jacket and a gray beanie. She settled to leave her flowing sunset red hair long and finishing her outfit. Nodding p