04-05-2016, 10:13 AM
Coywolf
What a perfect pup you were…
playful, pretty and proud—
no bark.
I remember the first time
you bit me
and drew blood.
We were playing a little too rough—
both excited
and too young to believe in scars.
Is flirting permanent?
When the bastard left you
in the calescent car
ten seconds too long,
I stopped forgiving.
I wanted you home.
It’s growing dark.
Why do you not howl?
What a perfect pup you were…
playful, pretty and proud—
no bark.
I remember the first time
you bit me
and drew blood.
We were playing a little too rough—
both excited
and too young to believe in scars.
Is flirting permanent?
When the bastard left you
in the calescent car
ten seconds too long,
I stopped forgiving.
I wanted you home.
It’s growing dark.
Why do you not howl?