My cat, Smitty, sleeping on the couch. He is 18 years old and blind, but still ever affectionate. We love him to pieces.
Mr. Smitty Kitty
More by ominous poet
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winter
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it -
Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
Comments
no thoughts in his silly little head! #gingeractivities!
so true!
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