Smothering
I had a dog that
ever time she was around me I felt to call her and hug her. She was the
sweetest thing when she was a puppy. I took her for regular sea baths and walks
and when she got older she told me no more of that. When I called her she would
come respectfully but leave shortly afterward. She loved me but didn’t like
being smothered. I thank her
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Smothering Sometimes we can like a person too much Missing the sight of them and being in touch Only a moment apart and we want them back near The thought of them gone brings you incredible fear Holding their hands when they are with you Every time hugging them and saying your love is true Risking no chance to lose them you’re by their side In grocery places, department stores, they can never hide None of what you are doing is love that is caring Give them some distance, your love is smothering |
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