Lead me by your leash,
Drag me through the dirt,
Lay me down on a bed of leaves,
Cold and sharp against my skin.
Strip me of my dignity,
Make me wait for your touch.
Then, one day,
A different hand appears
,
It finds me where the shadows hide,
Where the wind bites sharp,
And I am alone.
It reaches through the quiet,
Pulling me from my cold prison.
The warmth floods in,
A door opens wide,
I am pulled inside,
Where fire crackles in a hearth,
And the hunger is fed.
Gentle hands pet and soothe,
Whispering,
"You are enough."
All I ever wanted
,
Was to be a good dog
,
Not to be broken,
Not to be left waiting,
But to be seen.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
Lead me by your leash,
Drag me through the dirt,
Lay me down on a bed of leaves,
Cold and sharp against my skin.
Strip me of my dignity,
Make me wait for your touch.
Then, one day,
A different hand appears
,
It finds me where the shadows hide,
Where the wind bites sharp,
And I am alone.
It reaches through the quiet,
Pulling me from my cold prison.
The warmth floods in,
A door opens wide,
I am pulled inside,
Where fire crackles in a hearth,
And the hunger is fed.
Gentle hands pet and soothe,
Whispering,
"You are enough."
All I ever wanted
,
Was to be a good dog
,
Not to be broken,
Not to be left waiting,
But to be seen.
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