I'm sitting here again,
forgotten in the rain,
wishing for a sunny day
to come and warm my skin.
Here comes the march
of make-believe,
standing in a row.
I watch them go by,
stomping in the puddles,
with determination written
on their faces,
they pass right by,
not even pausing to say hello.
I would cry,
but whats the point?
my tears falling
onto the pavement,
melding with the water,
so no one even sees.
My arms wrap around my waist,
trying to feel together,
for I am about to fall apart.
A different kind of wetness,
rough and warm,
touches my hand.
My hands reach out to grab some fur
and feel hot breath upon my face,
to give me another kind of hug,
so I can live today.
Author notes
I hope that you are ok with this being a little longer than you wished, but if not, I totally understand. When I got this idea for this poem, I just couldn't bring myself to shorten it. Good luck judging your contest! 
A contest entry
- I Need A Hug by A floatingleaf.
1000 points, ended May 3, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think? How can I improve? What was your least favorite part? Your favorite?
Comments
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Sometimes a furry friend can offer us unconditional love, replacing a hug...good write...
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The kind of love that never judges you and stays with you no matter what mistakes you make. They melt even the coldest heart on the most sad days. I understand this kind of hug and love. Beautiful
Sheila
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breathtaking
That is SO good
I love the 4th verse
and i like how something so sad can make you feel so hopeful,
its sends a message,
this is wonderful
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