Love

Love is an endless search of one another Searching for love in blind faith Once it's found it you question its presence Is it true love or just a hallucination? A fictitious feeling built up by your own sentiment? Or is it an endless romance of...

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Seated on a bench, tail lying motionless My domain never makes me feel whole. Pockets chock-full with paper and lead A pencil and pad as my ammunition Voicing my views and moods day in and out The world wants to change with control and...

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Solitude

Solitude, Despair and Anguish My tail tucked, whines halted, tears dried up Wandering the cold cemented path of life Feeling lifeless in a packed walkway of others Elbowing, shoving, bumping No scope, no room to lend to a paw to another ...

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