my
problem is that i was brought up with dogs
we
love with an obsession and then abandon to the fog
of
vague memories, the days gone by
and
no, we don’t look back and sigh
though
ya, we say heart-rending goodbyes
complete
with broken hearts and puss-in-boots eyes
and
we pine, oh yes we pine, - but only for a bit - when you’re gone
but
then we just stretch, and yawn, and you know, move on
2 comments:
I love how most of your writing has such simple seemingly easy rhymes, that when you read in your mind or aloud, just sounds nice.
well, what can i say? you are kind :) thanks!
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