"andypandy" poems
I didn't feed you...
Or listen to your needs.
Medicine?
Is that what that button meant?
Or was it the simple fact that I hadn't checked on you for three days?
To play ball,
or guessing games...
Maybe boredom was what did you in.
Your life was in my hands.
And I let you down...
You died in a pile of ****
I wonder what your last thoughts were.
Laying under my couch cushion.
-Love, Andypandy
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC