I think I might know what it feels like to be adopted
You know where everything is in the kitchen and how to work the dishwasher
You walk the dog, you're a part of family movie night
You're accepted and loved
But some quiet part of you
Desperately asks to go home
Even though you know there is nowhere left to go
Eyes that outshine any jewel,
when she laughs at silly things and dances as bad as a drunken fool.
Hair that's tousled in every way
She calls it a crazy bird nest but I think it resembles a Kitty mane
Smile that's crooked on the left
it brightens my day with a single glance...Oh crap, I need to report a theft!
It's almost uncomfortable how giddy I am right now, my cheeks hurt from smiling, my arms and hands are shaking as I keep picturing her over and over butchering the Silento dance moves! (long story, might make a poem about it later).
...and now my chest is about to have a heart attack of thoughts, farewell my humans!
Infinite reasons I have
To forever rest my head
Upon a white pillowcase
That lays untouched within
A ghastly black box
Wearing my name
A single reason I have
To forever live until the end
Upon the surface of this earth
Encased in creatures of all types
That reason for living, surviving
Is simply a single word:
QUESTION: who else has had periods of time in which literally everything you see turns into a weapon for suicide?
There was a small frog
Splayed out on a zoo log
Its name was something-dog
I think it was dead
It didn't move its head
Nor blink its eyes instead
It was kinda cute
Though in death it was mute
So a picture of it I did shoot
A girl my age shoved past
Looked into the foggy zoo glass
To see the amphibious class
She called it lazy
Said the frog was butt ugly
Then left to see cuter things
Dead or simply asleep
Cute or a slimy creep
Who thought about frogs so deep?