Hello, everyone. BingoPB here, или Kayla, as most of Ты know me. I know Ты were expecting a poem. Don't worry. There will be plenty of poems in the future. I have been inspired to write a Фан fiction based on my relationship with Aston, my former boyfriend, and my dreams about Paul. Of course, there will be differences, because the story will be based on those things. The characters will have different names. I could have talked about this in messages, but it's easier to address everyone at once here. I am not sure what the Название will be. I would appreciate some suggestions in the Комментарии below. Ты can also tell me your opinions on this idea. Also, feel free to tell me what name Ты would like for the character based on you. I will start working on it once I have a title.
I remember the good times we had.
еще than that, I remember,
The inner scar Ты gave me.
Ты left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If Ты were done with me,
Ты could've just сказал(-а) so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I сказал(-а) I'd be your girlfriend.
Ты were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're Друзья now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll Любовь someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
еще than that, I remember,
The inner scar Ты gave me.
Ты left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If Ты were done with me,
Ты could've just сказал(-а) so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I сказал(-а) I'd be your girlfriend.
Ты were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're Друзья now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll Любовь someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I сказал(-а) to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are Ты all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I сказал(-а) to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are Ты all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
A part of me died,
The день Ты left the world.
Ты had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
Ты were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved Ты еще than anything,
And Ты loved me just the same.
Ты didn't mind, even though Ты knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
Ты and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do Ты still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without Ты ringing the doorbell.
Ты were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are Ты still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift арахис Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The день Ты left the world.
Ты had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
Ты were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved Ты еще than anything,
And Ты loved me just the same.
Ты didn't mind, even though Ты knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
Ты and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do Ты still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without Ты ringing the doorbell.
Ты were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are Ты still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift арахис Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
Hello, my old friend. How are Ты today? Are Ты okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? Ты cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell Ты to sit или stay, Ты can no longer obey. Ты sleep the день away. Ты don't play fetch anymore. Who cares? I didn't enjoy it anyway. All right, okay, I did enjoy it. I miss those days when Ты wanted to play. I miss the days when Ты could hear me. Yet I still talk to you. I'd like to believe, with all my heart, I'd like to believe you're still listening. I'd like to believe Ты can feel me. Ты may be gray in the muzzle, and Ты walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but Ты still care. I know, I know, and I know that Ты still Любовь me. Do Ты know I still Любовь you?