Laying where it is cool.
Waiting to be loved.
Wanting the attention I so desperately need.
I smell something.
It is not pleasant, it smells wet.
It's a dog.
A pitbull to be exact.
I despise them.
Despise them like popular people despise nerds.
Time to show him who's boss.
RUFF!
RUFF!
RUFF!
Yeah. Showed him who's boss.
CREEK!
The door!
The door!
She's home!
She's finally home!
I ran.
I ran as fast as lightning.
By time she opened the door.
My tail was a whip.
As soon as she seen me she had a smile that could stop traffic.
This smile lets me know that I'm wanted.
But most importantly that I'm loved.
Now if she could just scratch behind my ears.
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Poems
PoetryJust some poems I had to write Freshman year in high school. They suck. Haha
