Brown

Why do I have to be like a puppy?

Sitting there while you’re sad staring you in your face, tongue stretched out dancing while you pace.

My floppy ears don’t make you laugh or even giggle a little when I bark and bow and roll around, doesn’t make you feel tick-led?

But that’s all I could be at the moment when you were down and I was up, when everything was pulling left and right in your mind, I was too busy wasting time as I tried to make you mime. I couldn’t even make you smile I failed again I see, but I was dealing with my own problems mentally. Even as your puppy I still managed to be here even though between my gazing eyes and fluffy hair, I didn’t know how to be there.

A best friend I don’t know,

Your puppy , maybe

Your clown, all the time

A tissue

Here when you need it.

Me always there.

Always there when you need me. that’s what me told them. Every single time they needed something me was there. Not mom, not dad, not best friend, or sister. It was me. and you, you was the  neighbor, you was the the annoying kid, you was the adult with broken dreams, you was the forgotten one,you were hurt and now you is everyone. Me never changed though. But if you was me and me was you. Would you still be the same? Ofcourse not. Who is you to those who are mes’?