Young Writers Society

Oh, is this about your dog? I'm pretty sure it is, but I figured I'd check.

Because I know the whole life thing, I kind of get what's going on, and I like it. I've never heard someone write something so...sad, about their pet. It's good though, full of emotion.

Love you Linds!
*hugs*
Bella

nice poem, yet sad in a strange strange way.

Rolls down my cheek
And falls down
To die on my shoulder.

The pattern repeats
Over and over
Until my shoulders are soaked
And my eyes burn red.

It happened so quick
And I didn't know.
I thought it was a good day
And nothing could go wrong.

You held him close
While he was sick
And didn't bother
To tell me he was dying.

And didn't call me
To tell me you were
Going to end his pain
You just killed him.

I hadn't seen him in weeks
And now I never will.
You could have given me
A chance to say bye.

Now I can't speak
Without the teardrops coming
And falling onto my shoulders
As I weep for my loss.

I know you meant well
And you feel bad
But he was my pet.
My Rupert.

I think it was good.
Rupert. Are you reflecting Ron in harry Pottor?

A single drop of moisture
Rolls down my cheek
And falls down
To die on my shoulder.

The pattern repeats
Over and over
Until my shoulders are soaked
And my eyes burn red.

You held him close
While he was sick
And didn't bother
To tell me he was dying.

I know you meant well
And you feel bad
But he was my pet.
My Rupert.