I'm Not Playing Cold, I'm cold

I may sound stupid
They say words have an impact
I have no idea-
If somebody say loves me undoubtedly
Will I choose him instead?

I feel he loves me
My lover
But he insist on-
Telling me by his actions
Yet, i want it to be spoken

Oh i will stay
I will choose my love
Even when somebody says ring
Oh sound beautifully
Warming whats cold

But then here I am waiting
Affirming his actions
But the cold stays

cats

I had cats. the last one I had died couple of weeks ago.

I hope I've given a chance to adopt continuously later on.

beside its cuteness, fluff and stubborn,
cats will always be the creatures that been heard stories.

wondering how much pressure their hearing,
by listens humans speak.
what about how they're wanna be listens too?

we the caretakers of cat,
need somebody's shoulder to cry on.
when there is nobody,
we choose cat.

when we tell em depressing stories,
do they depressed too?
when we tell em saddening stories,
do they sad too?
but when we're happy,
do we tell em those stories?

cats behavior seems like what life throws to us.
they understand but really passive-aggressive bastard they are.
their senses are a gift,
senses to sniff the mood, the atmosphere.

how much costs do we should pay them?
are they needed to be paid at any costs?
are they like the messenger,
when the job is done they're gone?

I really want to keep them all,
for myself by myself.
they seldom betrayed, sometimes.
but their betrayal just a piece of dust.
it won't hurt, not even a scratch.

I really want to preserve them,
gold-dipped one,
that's just what I felt like I honor them.
and I honored, been chosen to be the caretaker,
until you, Coco.

long live in Paradise y'all.
or maybe you love Hell even more than Heaven.