Oh, kitty,
Your fur the color of night.
Your eyes, brighter then stars.
Your claws, sharper than knives.
Your beauty,
Endless.
Your fearsome ways that tremble souls,
Yet shake hearts to the core.
Sweet, yet deadly,
Cold, yet warm.
A curse that's both beauty and pain.
Kitten, I hope this finds you well in a time of need.
When everyone fears you and you have nowhere to run.
I hope you know, you are beautiful.
I love you, Kitten.
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
