Why..
Paws racing across the ground, the falling snow the only sound
The pain the grief can there be no relief,
Is it really worth it all, the vex and the gall
Maybe I should end this, for my life no longer has love and bliss
Here she comes her pelt glossy Black, I realize now there is no turning back
As her claws slashed my neck I learned how to die and now as I watch I silently cry
As quivering my lips form one simple word. Why?
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so that is my first poem
Valve.:. Silversong
