Everday I walk by,
I have to stop,
Have to cry.
There he lays menacing and mean,
The dog that's my best friend,
Behind his eyes is a pain not commonly seen.
Whiskey's not mine though,
No, but he'll listen to me,
He is everything that I want to know.
Eyes the color of a sunny day sky,
His silver white fur gleams silky in the sun,
And personally I don't see why...
I am drawn to sit down in the dirt,
To the only male who won't judge what I wear,
Who'll listen to my rants and hurt.
Whiskey's wet nose shoves into my palm when he knows I'm sad,
He'll try to crawl into my lap like the way he did when he was young,
His breath though comforting smells bad.
I love him like a human being,
He my brother that I've always wanted.
I think he likes the side of me he's seeing.
The kind whose brittle and warm,
Eyes holding a pain as raw as his,
But will stand strong in a fierce storm.
In some ways I am like him,
A fierce wolf on a chain,
Trying not to let the world break my limb.
