every day she waits for me by the front door, eyes wide, waiting for me to come home, nite or day she doesn't complain, she knows nothing of politics or of wars, doesn't read a newspaper or watch tv, she sleeps all day curled in a ball in the sunlite on the floor, she knows nothing of time clocks, paychecks or bills to pay.. all she needs is a new can of food, fresh water and a warm lap to lay on.. she's eighteen years old and her days will soon be over, she can have the things she needs, i can give her that, because she's showed me how to love again, unconditionally..
Reason for writing:
just a draft
Birth sign: Libra
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