how could she leave me
alone, lost and confused
how could her heart empty
from differences in thoughts or views
she belongs to me
and I to her
cuddling by the fire
together we purr
our journey is young
so many memories already
her beauty can only grow
yes, we have really just begun
she may jump a little if i raise a hand
but that will soon go away
I just got a little too angry once
she understood, listens now to what i say
she sees all the good inside of  me
yearns for my gentle caresses
and whispers about the beauty of the queen
she will always be my favorite possession
i really dont like to scream
or to be forced to throw my weight around
so she forgives and forgets quickly
assures me her dedication is sound
its not me or anything i taught
she has some kind of past i dont seem to get
we really do need each other
and its not like her love for me had to be bought
she really cant leave me
cause shes my dog
a thoughtless but precious gift
and way too scared of what would happen
if that back stabbing ***** was to get caught

I make my own truth
Something needs to be true

I do not hear your words or listen enough
Defined by my lack of agreeing with you

Is he frustrated you just don't hear
Which means he isn't as well

Not admitting hers is the one
Reversed is not for sale

Is it to share ideas of madness
Or to prove why you must be right

Did your mother forget to whisper
Before each soft kiss goodnight

Shadows must crumble sweet child
We cannot afford them both to feel

So I make own truth
Because Something needs to be real

~~
Let the boy go
underneath the open sky
Let him to find his way
it may be soft or hard, bend or straight

Let him play
with grasshoppers, butterflies who are made his springtime
where dreams rolling on the horizon
That only brushing those images

Let him know
about the books and stars, tell about the lost star
about the tragedy of his ancestor,
even tell about friends or foes

Let him realize
The history of the civilization
what is right or wrong,
how knowledge grew the pen strong!

Let him feel
The beauty and spines of roses,
The freedom of choice where the mind mates
at the estuary of sea  

Let him love
The  birds, animals, people  
And only a girl where he makes
the next dreams of life

One day he will know
His existence within the nature
Envision the existence of universe
And write a poetry about the future of mankind

So Let the boy go

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen