A Kiss I Still Dream Of… 💔🐾

I know no one will kiss me now — not with these scars, not with these eyes that no longer see. 😔

But once, I was free. I ran through the fields, chased butterflies, and made someone laugh just by wagging my tail. I belonged. I was loved.

Now the world has turned dark. The pain isn’t just in my wounds — it lives inside my eyes, where light used to dance. Still, I breathe. Because maybe… just maybe… someone out there still believes I’m worth loving. 💖

Every day I wait — not for food, not for pity — but for a hand to reach out. For a voice to say, “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” For a single gentle kiss that tells me I’m not forgotten.

If you ever see me, please don’t turn away. I won’t bite. I just want to rest my head beside your knee, to feel warmth again, to remember what love feels like. Because love isn’t my weakness — it’s what’s left of me.

I know I’m not beautiful anymore. But my heart is still pure, just as it was the first day I looked into your eyes and believed the world was kind.

I am blind. I am broken.
But I’m still waiting…
For that one kiss — the one that could make me whole again. 💔🐾

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