by .:Ash~cloud:. » Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:19 pm
This is a bad attempt of a portrait of my cat Binka. he has been really ill lately he has caught a cold and he is really unwell the vets don't know what it is but they don't know what it is but as you can imagine people that know me like Rebeccashe i am really scared he is sitting here with me and the has just fell asleep ahhh. Remember any questions or comments do not be afraid to say
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Im in a field because things did not go my way poem by me!
Why did I get involved? does he still love me? I hope so…
I lay down in the daisies, trying to think of something to do, gifts wrapped
I see a lady walk past with her dog “ these daisies look nice” she bent down beside me and wiped my tears “cheer up” she whisperd “things will work out” she left clasping some daisies, her dog at her side. I rolled on my belly looking at the daisies, being blown gently into my face, surrounding me like a blanket by the wind I plucked one out from the ground, about to strip it of its identity, without these its just bare I was just about to when a voice said inside my head : “why ruin a perfect, beautiful flower when I know he loves me not?” I tossed it and watched it fly away