shit post
2 posts
you're so terribly oblivious it’s cutting up my throat and i know that maybe it's better that way i wish i had time for your silliness but one can only hope and i know that life don't get much better than this
every time i'm walking home late at night as i arrive you're always sitting there waiting for me tail wagging as you follow me to my room and although you don't speak a lick of english you always know when something's wrong every time i stare into those big brown eyes
i still think about you all these years
things haven't been much better now
and when the days get too hard
i'll pull your yearbook from the shelf
i still think about the last time you spoke to me
guess i haven't changed much from what you've seen