IT’S JESSIE’S BIRTHDAY O’CLOCK
and that is why i wrote a daggum sonnet*. because i love @hier--soir and everyone should know ♡
cw: terrible attempts at rhyming unrhymable words, and adding things that all remind me of jess but that have no connection to each other.
I have noticed, even from a distance As the sun goes down is when I feel it; Evening, blue and heavy with the essence Of your words, your humour, and your quick wit. Sisyphus might feel crushed and defeated But he didn’t copy your creations, For your stories cannot be repeated, They’ll be shared for years and generations. When the last of us have beat repression, Pinched our lover's arm to realize it, I will yell that next in the succession Of the wordsmith’s crown is Jessie. Legit.
Here's a birthday toast made in your good name, May your days be happy and you the same.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, you beautiful beast. i hope you get spoiled ♡
love, your friend zigmund
*a poem consisting of 14 lines with 10 syllables in each (add ‘em up…), where the end of every other line rhymes, except the last two which rhyme with each other
