Inkpaw

your heart runs like a train 

steady on it's track

driving down the same old path

constantly reminding me of who you are

and how much I trust you.


while mine is a stray dog,

(just a warning, this is a little intense, it isn't like, oh the kid walked into the creepy forest and then walked out again cause it was creepy. it's defiantly a little bloody, so for those of you with low terror tolerance, be aware.

it burns 
but it keeps you warm 

in the cold winter months
deep in the icy storms 

it keeps you alive 
and heats your homes 

it can rage across forests 

"if not now when?"

I ask 

"I should speak when I have words

shouldn't I?"

it seems whenever I ask this 

you shush me

tell me to let others talk 

the wind lashes at my hair and pulls at my clothes
bringing fresh oxygen to my lungs 

water ripples 
as the fish bob up to peek at me 

the warm summer rain starts kissing the treetops