Written by Ken Carman
(Dedicated to our loving companion: Frankincense the tri-color collie.)
I wait every day
Hoping you’ll come home
Dreaming you’ll play with me
You are my everything
I can’t sing
I can’t talk
Though I try
Desperate attempts
That only arrive
In moans
Groans
And sighs
I believe you
Even when you lie
I forgive you
When you won’t even try
You are my everything
I can’t remember a single moment
When there wasn’t a you
For me
And perpetual hope
Once again
You’ll throw a frisbee
You are my everything
And when you throw…
When it soars
I can think of absolutely nothing
I want more
Than to play with you
You are my everything.
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Copyright 2009
Ken Carman
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