For you,
my watchguard, my friend.
though you are gone,
you will be remembered till the end.
So it's cutains to you,
a personality like a buffoon, and strength like a snowplow.
now I saw my final words,
while you take your final bow.
So it's curtains to you,
you are my breath of fresh air, and the loyal and the dependable.
so just go away, I'm done,
though you are still with me, like a cookie, you crumble.
Still, it's curtains to you,
"good girl," you've caught the frisbee.
always watching us in my room.
parting the deceased, it's not so easy.
With your tremendous tickling, and tasting tongue,
snooping around like a pirate searching for treasure.
Yes, it's curtains to you,
always beside me forever.
No, you can't leave,
not with your boogying booty and beautiful ears.
Don't let the curtains close,
not even through all these years.
Is it kinda girly for a 13 year old guy?
cant finish cause i don't have enough space.
i'll add the rest in details
2007-11-18
15:57:52
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Some words to you,
I'll remember you, only if you do now and then.
I realize finally it's curtains to you,
my emotions continue to deepen.
Now, my buddy,
realize this world was your curtain
you can now exceed the old,
on the threshold of anew.
the curtains close quickly, you must go,
my dog, you were great, and I'm very proud of you.
2007-11-18
15:58:00 ·
update #1