I am the sorry dog,
Chasing my own tail- a subject of quiet dialogue.
Like the fleas, I cannot shake away,
I cannot seem to shake her face.
I am her sorry dog with no passage of rite,
A tortured creature, though sad and polite.
Love is not for those who preach it,
But for those instead who burn and weep for it.
I am the sorry dog with no home to follow,
Just a broken heart within me,
Blackened and hollow.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
I am the sorry dog,
Chasing my own tail- a subject of quiet dialogue.
Like the fleas, I cannot shake away,
I cannot seem to shake her face.
I am her sorry dog with no passage of rite,
A tortured creature, though sad and polite.
Love is not for those who preach it,
But for those instead who burn and weep for it.
I am the sorry dog with no home to follow,
Just a broken heart within me,
Blackened and hollow.
