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Traci Sims Apr 2017
Oh, I love love love you
Tragick-ally, forever-ly, romanti-kally,
And I am...STUPID...with desire...
Whoever said that age would bring peace and wisdom
When I gaze into your blue eyes and know the truth of the matter?
Enslaved in the beauty of this Creature,
Your ever welcoming sight of innocency,
With your stainless hairs of flawless,
Like a sparkling Star that lit the darken soul.
As I explore your fur,
Your expression of joy,
Suppresses my crave for companion.

Before you came
In my bored lonely path,
I craved for a companion,
A beast in my kind
Turned me to a waste
A feeling of self pity

Disappointment and betrayal
Became a routine in which
I bathe my flesh
In a scorching hot of regret
Of a frustrating experience

Oh my lovely pet,
You gave a soul of love
To be his priceless harvey
A memory of Hope

Now I write

Dear Harvey my baby pet, I love you to the moon because of the gap you have filled although I know someday someone will fight the position with you but I promised you will always be my baby and sweet dog.

Yours precious
©Kally Okoye
Love from you to me
kate roxanne  Oct 2020
Kally
kate roxanne Oct 2020
I looked at the stars,
hoping I could see a glimpse of your face
but you are gone
and looking at the stars would not
change a single thing for my longing.

-A.X
Death Anniversary of Kalila.
Shiny sun, brighter sky
Smiley face, happy vibes

Of course, what else
Precious in blindfold
Conscious to vision

As they say, views and signs
Filtered to a beautified concept
Perfect Imaginary so visualised

As you know,
Manipulation is easily done blindfolded
Humiliation hidden in jubilation

Petals from Roses coast the morning
To cover hidden aversion
Burnt from ashes, darken the heart

To love is unconditional
Well in blindfold
A disguise is conditional
Well in blindfold

Unknown wound hurts
Layers of disgusting moments
Days of unknown wounds
Need Years of known joy

Wounded yeah
In cross of unreal imagination

Broken no
In fate of visualised reality.

Copyright kally
Pretense Lust disguise can be damaging. Do not portray what your portrait resent.
Hank Helman  Sep 2023
Tad
Hank Helman Sep 2023
Tad
Amorous and difly eyes,
Her smita cheezin a toff home prize,
Proud oowee **** and roya grin,
That girl be jonesing for my twin.

I love hooya Kally. Be up.

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