Who is going to bring me likes for my blog?
Are you going to be there to see how I give up?
Or is there anybody knocking at the door?
Anyone who can feed the dog when I’m not home.
Could these walls hear my new growl-songs?
It Isn’t like you care about the ticks living on me.
Are you sure you have been calling to phone?
Thinking on how not to waste time, time is all I lost.
Stormy broken mirrors are looking at me,
Step ahead strangers’ friends are looking out,
Hear me ask “Where is the blurry reflection gone?”
Walking to the library I find myself home.
Siragrays~
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sirrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaa o/
ps: i am not feeding your dog...maybe if u had cats...then fine :D
I liked your poem very much but what about the ticks living on you? That is a cultural reference I don't understand. I would not mind hearing more about that.
Ticks suck blood mostly dog blood I mentioned my pets, my poems are mostly about things in my life so :) Lately I had to deal with ticks, there is a story behind each line.
I believe there are some interesting stories!
sira where are you? I miss our chats 😙