Shelter
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Procrastination became the beginning to my inspiration.
A journey debating if fashion was actually my passion.
Outspoken, Powerful, and Fighter for my desires.
Confidence, and drive developed in such little time.
Everybody has a strength and a weakness in their life that they have to deal with as a blessing or a challenge. But the one thing that I think is important and absolutely need is shelter.
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
The cold woman caught my eye
It is strange though
I never once saw her cry
Or even heard her bellow
The words to a tune of a lost soul
The homeless woman stole my attention
How could she live
Food, water and shelter
That's it..
That's what I would focus on
If I had the chance to change the world.
I'm serious, all other issues aside
Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
I am the one who fought for you
Because it’s what you asked.
I am the one who would have died for you
If to me that is what you tasked.
Those eyes blazed
Jaws wide with rage
Looming so large above me
All I wanted was to play
Teeth through flesh
Warm red water covers me
All is fear
All I wanted was to play
I step inside.
Yipping, barking, whining, kennels rattling, claws clicking, tongues licking,
White, tan, black, brown, tall, short, long, stubby, floppy ears, black noses,
Unlike me
you prefer the cold
to the heat
Hold me close, love
You prefer the cold
I remain to shiver
Hold me close, love
and I will be warm
I remain to shiver
(A gentle touch of comfort is what he brings to me. A glimpes of hope is what she give me. Unlimited love and affection is what they offer. Her concerned eyes waiting to connect with mine. He waits for a forever home.
Everyday I wake
Early in the morning
The sun is at the Sea line
And I know its the perfect time
I Walk through the house
And to my masters room
I lick her ear
And she awakens too
I've never had an owner Yelped, whined..those didn't work
And you've never had a pet I waited for you to sleep.Then ran away;
Behind a metal door,
My heart begins to feel sore.
It’s been beating painfully for days,
I’m hoping, just pleading it’s a daze.
Pairs of eyes dart from me to a friend.
Day after day I look through these bars and wonder why I'm here.
You left me.
Strangers look at me like I've done something wrong.
Why won't you come back?
Wasn't I good enough?
Did I do something bad?
