Picture Purrfect
Smile,
And pose,
You beautiful
Rose.
Not withering
Or alone,
You will
Always be at home.
My beautiful
Rose,
You smiled,
But oh, you're pose,
Was the look of
Pure terror
On your face,
That put me
Right in this place.
You were
Picture purrfect,
Had no reason to go.
You were
Picture purrfect,
You put on a beautiful show.
You left me
And I know,
The look of pure terror
On your face,
Was what put me
In this place.
Don't leave me,
To suffer your mistakes.
Now I sit here,
Wondering what to do,
Without you.
Without you.
The end! That wasn't a sad poem at all. It's actually Bluefur again, grieving over the loss of her sister, Snowfur. Ah. Yes. Snowfur, one of my favorite cats...SHE DIED. SHE FREAKING DIED.
~ Picklez
(Puddle approves this pun☆, ♡Puddle)
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