<font color="pink"><font face="arial"><3 b.roken h.earts <3</font color></font face> -- 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 The ginger colored Husky bitch glanced up from her temporary resting spot. The Shepherd looked somewhat familiar, maybe she had come across him once upon a time - it was impossible to tell. Her tired legs pulled her into a standing position and she stretched. Living in an alley had caught up with this dog, but she was hanging in there, not willing to give up just yet. Her ribs were clearly visible, even through her thick coat and unless you knew, you would never be able to tell that this bitch was in fact, pregnant. She hadn't gotten up to approach the dog, just to survey him with her chocolate eyes and leave if necessary, for the male was bigger and more muscular than she. .riddle me this <3 heartb.roken .call me a bitch .been in hell for 2 years .stereotype me as a siberian husky .color me ginger snap .look me in the eyes milk chocolate .visualize

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