Canine, Cats, Depression, Fiction, Homeless, Love

Loving Them

She smiled when she felt like it. She frowned most of the time. When she spoke to people because she had to, her voice did not betray her pain. If her feet had to take her somewhere, she would let them because she had no other option. Only when she saw them alive and well did her eyes light up and her heart feel mended for a bit.

6 thoughts on “Loving Them”

  1. I liked the poem! Just for fun I think you should go back and see if you can expand on it. I’m no expert, but I feel like it’s a little shorter than it needs to be to really make that impact. Great work though (Don’t get me wrong :-P)
    I just think feedback is great. Feel free to do the same on any of my posts.

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