• You give affection when your in love.
    But what is love?
    Is it happiness?
    Pain?
    Fear?
    Is it like faith?
    Something rare and foreign?
    I thought I had it.
    The meaning and the feeling in my paw,
    Where I could poke it and talk to it as though an understanding lost piece of myself.
    But maybe it was affection.
    Maybe the warm wound that I constantly consold,
    Was nothing more then an oozing-infectious mess.
    And instead of licking my wound and letting it heal.
    I did what i always do,
    Nothing.
    Maybe the poisens to deep and i'll never be able to change my understanding of it.
    Maybe it's killing me...
    But i'll stand and wait till one of them overcomes me and I meet my fate.