Teal's Cat
Silent
Quick
Curious
But smart
Lost his soul in a world not our own
Or
Stolen from that world and brought to our own
Words are his friend
They speak with him with a brush of a finger
Art is his love
Giving it life is his own
Trusted and held at high regard
Neurotic
But organized and swift to change
A little clumsy
But flexible
Not easy to put down
Always a kind word
Or nothing at all
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What's Inside My Head
Every time the paper bleeds
Every time the ink speaks
I feel them...here
Heartbeats
Not needles against the skin
Every time the ink speaks
I feel them...here
Heartbeats
Not needles against the skin