One by one,
They left their paw prints
Scattered on your heart
The cat
Who turned door knobs
By himself
The one
Who would purr
in your lap
Content to be
Stroked behind her ears
As you watched T.V.
And all the others…
But always
(Too soon)
They would leave you
Before you had the
Chance to say
Farewell
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
