This is a poem I wrote and I'm dedicating it to my baby(a 12 year only
black lab) who we recently had to put to sleep...
~When Angels Die~
The world keeps moving,
but the people do not.
They stare at the sky,
and think of loved ones lost.
They bite their lip,
as they try not to cry,
but tears will always shine through,
when angels die.
So what do u think? Tell me please.
~Endless Moonlight