I L()ve Y()u




The soft touch of you still haunts me,
Oh how I miss that twinkle of your eye…
Your soft bark still rings in my ears,
Cause you’re my dog…
And I miss you so much!

You may not be with me anymore,
But deep down you lie in me…
And my heart won’t let you go
And I need you to know,
.....that I love you like thee!

Comments

  1. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*October 19, 2008 at 8:27 AM

    Omg i love ur pic too!

    i hope u do well on ur science test! i always did poorly in in science too =P

    and i actually slept in today until 10! but im still tired! ill probably have to sleep all day to catch up =)

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  2. --Emilyyy--October 19, 2008 at 9:15 AM

    wh what a great post. Love the pic. <3

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  3. lone poetOctober 19, 2008 at 10:09 AM

    OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is the cutest puppy EVERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
    and the poem was really great to!!!

    and i'm bored, once again, i'm babysitting my 2 youngest sisters and 3 of thier freinds, which isnt to bad, they arent screaming becauz of the 'haughnted room' AKA the movie room anymore :P lol so its all good, as long as they dont tip the hammock over again :P
    how bout u?

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  4. Alexis101October 19, 2008 at 2:31 PM

    That puppy I soooooo CUTE!!!!
    I wish I had a DOG.
    luv,
    alexis

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  5. Nicole LinetteOctober 19, 2008 at 3:06 PM

    The dog is so adorable :)

    Glad you liked my Homecoming pictures. Hit me back more often!

    =] peace&love
    nicole.

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  6. AnonymousOctober 19, 2008 at 7:00 PM

    how cute!

    Yeah. I play piano...actually I have a bunch of songs uploaded in old blog posts. search the tag "piano" on my blog and they should show up ^_^

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  7. AnonymousOctober 20, 2008 at 3:24 AM

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  8. mariposaOctober 22, 2008 at 2:11 PM

    Wow, that reminds me of my cat when he died when I was younger - I had felt so heartbroken. That's a beautiful poem.

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