We all know the
famous tale of war horse.
The horse who
loved,
the horse who
played.
Until the owner gave
him away.
Not on purpose,
no, no,
because he didn't have
a choice.
He loved that horse,
goddamit he did,
the bestest of friends,
a true friend.
Yet the horse thought
it was betrayal.
He didn't love me anymore.
You see,
War horse is a lot like you and me.
You didn't have a choice,
and I felt the same.
There was problems I didn't see,
you were just trying to
protect me.
It was all over,
my once happy life turned
a mess...
I couldn't understand,
why did you give me up?
Until the horse,
after so long,
saw his once beloved owner
in the crowd.
He didn't care, put all those
old feelings to one side.
Started calling, shouting,
kicking, shaking.
It was like he
didn't change at all.
He just wanted him to notice him,
still loving him with all of his
broken heart.
The owner noticed,
ran over and begged
the man to keep him again.
And he let him,
and they were one again.
You see,
War horse is a lot like you and me.
The only difference?
I never saw you again.
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Delicately Delicate - A collection of sad poems
Poesía❝We're just drepessed kids trying to help the other drepessed kids❞ *TRIGGER WARNING* (a collection of sad poems - read at your own risk please) Started: 31/5/19 Completed: ?
