eternal yet tragic love story ever seen,
casting their shadows over us
leaving us in tears over their pining,
if only to remind us of the
power of love;
soul-crushing and fierce,
even if the story is nothing more than a poetic metaphor...
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About the Creator
Brin J.
I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
It happens that way sometimes just barely pass by each other scientifically.
ah yes. never the twain should meet, until those occasions come by. Well done Brin on another exceptional entry. Love it!
So poignantly beautiful! Loved your Acrostic!
Still it has the power to move our hearts. And if our hearts might be moved, so might the mountains themselves.