#15: Weekly Quick Fic #5
Title: Something More Refined
Prompt: Homemade Card/ Breakfast in Bed
Bonus? no
Word Count: 220
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Song-type-thing about trying too hard
you stare at me with those crazy button eyes
and I think I see the real you in disguise
I tried to serve you breakfast in bed
it turned out you served me instead
you didn’t bother to make pancakes or fix eggs
you didn't even leave me the coffee dregs
everything I've tried has been done before
so i'm sending all my efforts back to the store
and I didn't do it all just for my health
but you said it's just something that can't be helped
all this time I tried to pick up the pieces
you said stop trying to iron out all the creases
you took one look at my homemade card and just laughed
you said the time for sentiments had long since passed
I could never go for something mass produced
but you said ‘that’s what I wanted, to tell you the truth’
It took me hours to draw and color inside the lines
but I guess you wanted something more refined
now there's nothing but an empty container
it's just me here as the only remainder
can't go anywhere in these four walls
or in the car outside when it stalls
I know it feels safe to stay here in my cocoon
but I've gotta get out of here and make it soon
Prompt: Homemade Card/ Breakfast in Bed
Bonus? no
Word Count: 220
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Song-type-thing about trying too hard
you stare at me with those crazy button eyes
and I think I see the real you in disguise
I tried to serve you breakfast in bed
it turned out you served me instead
you didn’t bother to make pancakes or fix eggs
you didn't even leave me the coffee dregs
everything I've tried has been done before
so i'm sending all my efforts back to the store
and I didn't do it all just for my health
but you said it's just something that can't be helped
all this time I tried to pick up the pieces
you said stop trying to iron out all the creases
you took one look at my homemade card and just laughed
you said the time for sentiments had long since passed
I could never go for something mass produced
but you said ‘that’s what I wanted, to tell you the truth’
It took me hours to draw and color inside the lines
but I guess you wanted something more refined
now there's nothing but an empty container
it's just me here as the only remainder
can't go anywhere in these four walls
or in the car outside when it stalls
I know it feels safe to stay here in my cocoon
but I've gotta get out of here and make it soon