when you were a baby
I gave you a name
called you "hope"
****** dog
I do things for you
that you can't do for yourself
in return you lick my face
when I tell you sit you obey
no words in our arrangement
no room for misunderstanding
you understand tension
sensitive beast
in ten odd years or so
you will be gone
you will be a ghost
and I will miss you so much
your warm body
my brown baby
****** doggo
a friend and a brother
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
when you were a baby
I gave you a name
called you "hope"
****** dog
I do things for you
that you can't do for yourself
in return you lick my face
when I tell you sit you obey
no words in our arrangement
no room for misunderstanding
you understand tension
sensitive beast
in ten odd years or so
you will be gone
you will be a ghost
and I will miss you so much
your warm body
my brown baby
****** doggo
a friend and a brother
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