Wishing I Was Yours
How many hours in a day?
How many hours in a day?
Are you sure it's 24?
I could busy myself,
but it only prolongs the hell
I'll still be awake
Wishing I was yours
How can I clean up this mess?
This house is looking rather like my head
Do I really need to get dressed?
Can I replay my thoughts of you instead?
I know time doesn't want to wait
I will still want more,
I should really seek help,
but it only prolongs the hell
I'll still be awake
Wishing I was yours
How do I clean up this mess?
This house is looking rather like my head
Do I really need to get dressed?
Can I replay my thoughts of you instead?
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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 Munson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
This is brilliant and poignant! ❤
Thank you ❤️
This was so poignant and relatable. Loved your poem!
That's a heartfelt expression.❤️
Brilliant lines!!! Yet, so heartbreaking!!!❤️❤️💕
"The house is looking like my head" - relatable line to end all relatable lines