Jake, my dog, my schnauzer cross
Born so long ago...

Up in my room, on a darkened shelf,
In a tattered, tarnished box...

Barely old enough to drink
Do you not think I am too young...

I hate to write depressing poems,
I don't know why I continue...

Though you see her dancing like
She has nothing left to lose...

I thought I wasn't worth the attention
I locked myself away in my room and wept...

It was only a dream,
Just something I thought of whilst sleeping, yet...

If this makes even the slightest bit of sense,
I'd like to say that, just in my defense...

I was alone that night
I stood on that spot...

I felt Kinda sad the other day
For reasons all unknown...

She stood beside you as you took your first breath
Laid her hand on your heart and gave you a soul...

It’s not you...
I’m not ready for...