I, Stray …
The sobs that rise when
you realize you’re the stray
The kicks and hits that
endure, no matter the day
But senses are high and
you’ll notice the gentle loving soul
But the stray tries too
hard and is always expecting that, “so long”
Am I the sacrifice to
happiness so that the lucky can dance free?
Or no explanation, just
life’s random decree
I, Stray is the name of
pride
For I am loyal and don’t
deride
Where are the brave that
see beyond my scars?
Please look into my eyes
at the bright, sad longing of years
I am strength personified
for I have never surrendered
I continue to search no
matter how much I must render
I am too the fool that
trusts without questioning sincerity
Willingly naïve for I am
romantic, as love and caring to me is purity
Deceit so foreign to my
nature, suffering is a disgusting caricature
But don’t deceive me for
you will die in my eyes and pity will be your picture
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