My True Companion
She wags her tail
As I sit here and wail.
I think "How did i deserve this?",
as she licks the tears off the surface.
I say Abby stop im not in the mood,
so she sits by my side as if she understood.
I look down to see her tongue hanging out,
suddenly I no longer need to pout.
All I need is her and I,
in this world where things dont always comply.
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