My mom let you choose her
You came before the rest of your siblings
My mom knew that you were the one to take home
When you came to her first
The first time I saw you
I was filled happiness
Since I now how a new friend,
A new family member to care for
The time I met you was after school one day
One digit number I was still in
My friend also got to meet you as well
It was obvious to tell that she was happy for me
You, the one that only wears the color black and pink
The one that was very small
Yet oh so energetic
And very, very happy
As time went on for me
You were always there
Always when I come home,
Either in a good mood or not
We both got older
The strange thing was
You the youngest
Were now older than me
Then one day everthing change
It was time for you go away
We let you go in a painless way
Oh how much I cried on that very same day
Though it has been a while now
I still mourn for losing you
Now I say rest in peace
I love you... Blacky
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This is for my friend that had recently lost her small, black dog Blacky.
RIP.
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Dry tears'poems
PoesiaThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
