Run your cold hands through its fluffy white fur
Shape it, throw it, eat it, whatever you want
It’s not too cold to go inside yet. Give it another kiss
I wanna stay here and feel its pelt
And roll around and be an angel forever
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It’s hard to hear that familiar purr,
Standing out here in the cold just so I can flaunt,
Lashed in the cheek by a deafening hiss.
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Every year, it feels the need to return.
Why couldn’t it find some other place to haunt?
Giving scratches and bites I’ll never miss.
Burn the memories and let it all melt.
/
Everything I cared about is a distant blur,
Just out of reach, giving a perpetual taunt,
Buried away in a long forgotten abyss,
I hardly even remember how soft it felt.
It takes too long to recover from “whatever.”
No heart, no soul, no warmth amidst the cold.
About the Creator
Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing, and now I can't stop
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