Chapter 2 - Page 4

A dog for you.
A cat for me.
A fog of dew.
I sat with you.
Is one better than two?
Am I who you knew?
Dream of floating clouds.
Or nightmares where you scream.
And get loud.
Control my mind, my thoughts, my voice,
my vision, my body, & my feelings.
Where is the cure for what made me unpure?
My childhood was lured.
My past a blur.
Your words a slur.
The wind blows across the hillside.
The irish civilization is so enchanting to me.
The accents, their manners, their luck of the Irish.
Dark brown eyes.
So many reasons why.
I need a change.
A new life, new friends, some pets,
puppies and kitties.
Rain storms. Country life or city life?
Sunrise sunset.
Rainbows with pots of gold.
Mesmerising eyes, hypnotic stares.
Flirting glares.
Unspoken words of lust.
Find some people I can trust.
Do what I must.
Bad people to bust.
Should I die & turn to dust?
Their cars to rust.
Do what's just.
Sour flower
withers within the hour
has no power.
I throw it from the highest tower.
For death to devour.
The trees blow in the night breeze.
Without a coat you will freeze.
Or catch a cold & sneeze.
Can I get a blanket please?
Does your dog has fleas?
I am not broken.
You think I'm easy you must be joking.
Your license needs to be revoken.
My life you keep choking.
My daughter needs a cup of water.
She didn't want the food I bought her.
she doesn't listen to anything I taught her.
You want me not her.
The stream looks green.
Is the weather not what it seems?
Don't leave me that would be mean.
Do you want your coffee with sugar & cream?
Or is this just a dream?

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