I've been hit by the blast you left in your quake,
Just the way everything does when your tail shakes.
Not ever letting me just walk down the hallway,
Without You walking in front and getting in the way.
Tearing up everything, you're always so curious,
Not ever leaving me anything but furious.
Stealing my spot on the couch while i'm sitting there,
Stealing the treats at petco like i'm a billionaire.
Always acting too hyper to know what you're doing,
Flinging yourself around and constantly chewing.
Running around and falling on the ground,
These things that used to bug me now leave me without a sound.
I miss all the weird quirks you had,
Even when you were just plain being bad.
Peter you were a great dog, maybe not to start but were to the end.
I'll see you again some day around the bend.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Who can you trust when it seems all everyone ever has is a facade.
What can you believe when it seems all you hear are lies.
What can you do to avoid getting hurt, what can you say to make it all go away.
Absolutely nothing.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC