<font color="pink"><font size="1"><3 b.roken h.earts <3</font color></font size> -- Back Alley


		Pens may write on paper But the feeling of what's written Can't be manifested by words Which is why I stare at this paper for hours With hundreds of things in my head Bursting with ideas of what I want to write But those thoughts lose their meaning When put into a fluid motion of the hands Once transformed into ink on a page An epic tale of two broken hearts Isn't a memory so much as a tale There are 26 letters in the alphabet They may form words Of joy and loss and compassion But only a fool would think that The word love could Accurately convey the emotion Because we can all define love And write it into texts But only a few can explain what it feels like To have a broken heart Small framed female cautiously padded out from behind a few trash cans after waking from a rather unpleasant slumber. Milk chocolate optics glanced around quickly to scan for any threats but fail to find any. The bitch gave a quick shake of her body to try to rid herself from some of the dirt and grunge that had accumulated over the past while. All the dirt made her coat look at if it was of a darker color than it truthfully was. She sat down, sniffing the air for any scent at all of anything edible. Her slight wolfish looks prevented people from giving out tidbits as they thought she was a rabid dangerous animal of some sort, which was completely untrue. Her personality was similar to that of a wolf though, as she was timid and unconfrontational, except when provoked. This was the constant reason her ribs were visible, even under her thick coat. Most wouldn't have even guessed that this dog was in fact, pregnant as she didn't appear to have any fat at all on her rather slender body. .riddle me this <3 heartb.roken .call me a bitch .been in hell for 1 year .stereotype me as siberian husky .color me ginger snap .look me in the eyes milk chocolate .visualize

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