St. James street so sad empty and big
I sit on sill and make drawings on the window
I lean my cheek against the window is there someone who can say word to me sweet and tender?
Can’t you hear mommy and daddy how my little heart cries?
It cries for needing rest against your chest and my head longs for your loving caress.
St. James street so sad empty and big.
That old window is covered with spider net, can’t you hear me mommy and daddy how my little heart longs for love?
Can’t you hear mommy and daddy how my sore words hurt?
In that empty building where I was left…
This One Time At Starbucks
The Pug was sitting inside a red wagon with wooden sides and plastered with stickers like ‘Doggy Power!” and “I'm a puppy at heart", and other such nonsense. Judging by that and the amount of doggy things the woman had with her, including a bag that looked a lot like a diaper bag, and the way the lady's entire universe was circling around this mutt, I'd say this was her child. She was the type of woman, who, when asked about grandkids, she'd say, "This is your grandchild."
By Becky Troup5 days ago in Humans
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So innocent and pure... painful... very beautiful! 💙