Wilfred - Poem by benjamin bueno
Here's the reality. Horror and hopelessness. My kitten watched t.v. with me. And it was so cute. But i had to let it go. And that night i would hear the mother meow in sadness. Balls and peak overturn the heart. Rats and pickle juice. Wilfred went to a family of three. For drug money and a cheap night. Sight. Light. Fright. And brite. Purpose has a meaning. I would never let you go unless i truelly loved you. The mother had one last sniff where the kittens once played. Afraid. Made. And evade. People i never seen before. I love you. Don't forget me. I love you. And it upsets me. Starving. Hungry. Shriveled and shrew. That i didn't get to know you. But i love you. And i know that. I won't forget it. And i'll send it to reddit.com thats how much i love you. With a favorite read and a proper poem. To send you off. And i will continue to never say, goodbye. And there the mother would cry. I will never let you go. And there, i would barely hold on. Time heals all wounds. The strong will rule the weak.
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