Poem -

Good Boy

Good Boy

He will be back any minuteΒ 
I love him so much
He will be back later on
I miss his warm touch

Why is he not back
Doesn't he love me anymore
I have been a good boy
I will just sit and watch the door

He's not coming back
I'm just so sad
I love him so much
I didn't mean to be bad

He's never coming back
I wish I didn't let him down
I wish he'd come home and pet me
In my sorrow I might drown

......………

What's that I smell
It's so familiar
It can't be my mommy
Just making dinner

I'm wagging my tail
What's that smell I want more
What's that I hear
Is it a key in the door

Oh it's him
I love him so much
I missed him when he was gone
I missed his warm touch

I knew you still loved me
I'd never doubt you were coming back
I am not leaving your side
I'm gonna chew up your bag

I'm gonna kiss you all over
Until you drown in my joy
I knew he still loved me
I knew I was a good boy

By LukeCoomer(c)

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Luke Coomer

Thanks CherieΒ 

i have been waiting all day for a comment on this. I thought out of everything I wrote this is one that would warm some hearts

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