You make me cuss
You make me cry
When you drag your claws
Down my thigh
You make me suspicious
You make me anxious
When you take your toy
And rip it, nervous
You make me scream
You make me shout
When you act so hyper
With no time out
You make me wonder
Why I did this
Then answer it all
With a puppy's kiss
You bring me peace
You make me calm
When the world's pressures
Give me qualms
You make me certain
You make me grounded
When I stroke your fur
And by my mind I am hounded
You make me worry about the day
When by my side you'll no longer stay
You bring me comfort
From my daily hurt
You are my baby, you are my love
My fallen angel from above
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Cute piece💖😁👍📝