It's the cat

1. I am a headstrong little animal, consistantly tugging, pulling, pushing, to get what I want. I don't settle.

I have decided that I do not want a pair of wings tatooed on my shoulder blades.
I do not want a tiger either.
Well, not exactly...
I want a tiger with wings.
Full, silky, white wings.

Imagine being a piece of paper,
A whole scrap book in fact,
A whole you.
Now imagine starting fresh.
Ripping off the pictures, 
Erasing the pencil marks,
Brushing off the glitter.
Wouldn't it be amazing?
Now,

I've been gone,
Caught up in a wave of uninspirational nonesense,
And coming back,
Realizing how much I've missed,
I feel like a mother,
Who left her child,
And came back a decade later only to realize she had been forgotten.

Author's Note: I'm not quite sure what this is, but it's random and I like it. I want feedback though, what do you think?
An apricot peach,
Kind of a dress,
Splattered with red drops.
And a news article,

Open your eyes,
Little cat,
And investigate.
Paw through the dusty treasures of a long forgotten basement.
Knock over an old vase,
Pretending at being a ghost,
Much to the annoyance of your people.