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Her


Before Her, I struggled everyday.

My mind was filled with hordes of demons to slay.

Before Her, I started my day numb.

I had pills to swallow, life to shy away from.

 

Now when I feel I can't move out of bed,

I have a wet nose to nudge my hand.

Now when I get nervous and feel all that dread,

I have a warm bundle of fur to help me withstand.

 

I need Her, and she needs me.

The two best friends you'll ever see.

 

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