Baby blue eyes, sitting on my lap, how do you stay, when I move myΒ legs? I'll set you on the floor, because my limbs fall asleep, but you still come back. Is it love? Do you just, want my chair? Mama cat, Oh, Mama cat, I don't understand. I'll always appreciate, your little claws. Especially... Continue Reading →

Yet, another poem. That's a little bit more personal than the last.

This was for my creative writing class and my first attempt at a non-rhyming poem since the beginning of 2013. Don't judge it too harshly please. πŸ™‚

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