I waited for you every afternoon
Right when you're done from school
I saw your hardworks and crams
Right when you finish dinner with meI went to sleep ahead
Right when you told me to take a rest
I woke up the next day
Right when I heard your screamI knew that you passed your boards
Right after all your sufferings
I saw you crying in happiness
Right after you receive the letterI saw how you loved me so much
Right after you picked me from the streets
And now you're asking "who's the good boy?"
I replied, "You are the good boy, owner."
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Poetrya damsel's archived thoughts of the world. [please do not steal or copy without consent of the author] © mardemoiselle 2019