I talk to my favourite dog
I told him I’m running
I told him he’s a good dog
I told him he was my favourite
My heart was dark like space
My life is a black hole slowly chipping away at my heart after he left
I wish I could see him again
By Fraser Robertson
great poem Fraser that final line was great and them words i wish i could see him again so sad
nice poem I like the way you use short sentences-
I really like the last bit in the poem
nice poem Fraser R i like the black hole sentence