April 21st, 2025
After all I’ve written about you
I’m surprised I still have ink
Our connection has ended
But have we hit the brink
Writer
Feral
March 21st, 2025
I’m not sure why I did it again
But I held my hand out to a stray
Who’s never known love
Only knows how to run away
I try to get closer
I try to gain their trust
They’re skittish in nature
So I try to readjust
Inching to close the distance
Maybe show them affection
But they retreat away
From any form of connection
Closer
March 18th, 2025
I never thought we’d get close enough
But I learned the changes of your tone
From joking around in a group of people
To the disheartened frustration you’ve shown
The care when speaking to your sick dog
That I’d hear sometimes as you’d let me go
Distinguishable differences in your voice
That you let me close enough to know
Doll Poetry 