The warm grass halfway past noon,
Whiskers and big gold eyes taken too soon.
The other lies on the windowsill,
While he watches me from above.
The places of dreams put onto analysis,
hanged in morning loops of love.
The moonlight radiated on my shiny skin,
As the music of the stars come to charge.
Is this really the place in which I feel my comfort?
Or does it lie,
In myself,
All along?
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Im aussming this is about cats and i love cats if you dont mind me asking what are there names and this is a really good blog very discripted I love that good job!!
this is a beautifully written piece and I can relate to it so so much. I personally love poems whether it is reading it or writing it. amazing job!