Happiness doesn’t hold anyone’s heart quite as gently as it cradles yours.
The moon and stars, sea and sky - none of them compare to you.
You, with your fuzzy forehead and ecstatic grin. Nothing is as poetic as the tilt of your head and the softness of your floppy ears. Nothing feels like safety quite like your furry body leaning against my legs, milky eyes looking up at me with open adoration.
You, with your pure rapture and fervent tail wags. You, with your overexcited greetings and affectionate nuzzles. You, with your ability to find adventure in the smallest things and faintest smells.
You, with your undeserving love for me.
Nobody holds my heart quite as devotedly as you do.
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (5)
Poppy & his puppy! Dare we call it "Poppy/Puppy Love"?
Beautifully inspirational!!❤️❤️💕
This is too sweet. You make me miss my doggy. 😢
Beautiful❤️
🐶 ❤️😉📝