You left when i needed you most
Some bloom and are cherished forever.
Some blossom and are left there.
Some never get the chance.
Some are fake.
Blank page with nothing on you
awating to be filled with words of hope
words of wisdome
its your turn
Miss your sweet soft orange head
Your fuzzy ears
Your big brown eyes
Your beautiful coat
This is why i ove you.
I love the way you hold my hand.
I love the way you let me play with your hair.