Loyal and kind
So I don't see why
People call them
Cold and cruel
When all they want
Is to help us rule
Man's best friend
Till the very end
Though it all
They'll help us stand tall
Young or old
Kind or cruel
Child or elder
They mend us
Complete us
I am a dog
Loyal to many
But I have a chain to one
But still my work isn't done
People can call me cruel
They call me kind
Some befriend me
Only to abuse the chain
Only to throw me away
When all I need
Is a master
A friend to stay
YOU ARE READING
Petals
PoetryThis is so people will know me the real me. I want to write about everything in the form of poems, songs, and with short stories This is me.
