Random Pieces of Practice/Just for Fun Writing

Fed Up

 I'm sick of playing your games 

You come in and out like life's a revolving door 

And yet somehow 

You always make your way back into my heart 

 Regal, royal, loyal 

That's how you see yourself 

Bossy, leadman, spoiled 

 You think you are owed everything 

 I'll not just drop it all for you 

Everytime you whine at me to 

I'm no slave, I'm no maid 

Yet you seem to think that way 

 I'm sick of playing your games 

You come in and out like life's a revolving door 

And yet somehow 

You always make your way back into my heart 

And the hearts all around  

A poem about the family cat. Thank You