I see all of the worst decisions I've ever made,
All of the wrong, that I have done.
It follows me, in the worst of ways.
But a dog, an especially this one,
This gentle, brindle soul.
Every bit of good I've ever done
Walks in each stride of her white paws.
The clouds of misery, which often find themselves
looming, in despicable ways.
Evaporate in the lick of a tongue on my cheek.
Or often, a toothy smile, which I do not deserve.
She is boundless, for who am I to contain her.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
I see all of the worst decisions I've ever made,
All of the wrong, that I have done.
It follows me, in the worst of ways.
But a dog, an especially this one,
This gentle, brindle soul.
Every bit of good I've ever done
Walks in each stride of her white paws.
The clouds of misery, which often find themselves
looming, in despicable ways.
Evaporate in the lick of a tongue on my cheek.
Or often, a toothy smile, which I do not deserve.
She is boundless, for who am I to contain her.
