SMSBrunetteGirl
Fish Crazy
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Kyle passed away last night while I was over my friend`s house,he was my first fish and I am proud of him .I`ll never forget him out of all the fish I`ve cared for and how he was always so full of personality and energy.Also I feel a little poetic.
Bettas,
Little colorful fish,
Bring joys to the eyes of children and adults alike,
Some glow all alike,
Everybody has a unique pattern or color,
Nope not to dull or fade into the shade,
A little personality for every Betta,
Beautiful tails,
Bestowed by the fish gods,
And to attract,
Maybe sometimes to direct attack,
I remember when I saw you at the mall?
No not at the small stall,
The store,
I went through the door,
I was excited to pick my first fish,
I saw you and it was like being presented to fine dish,
I loved you out of every other guy and bought you,
I was happy too,
There were a lot of mishaps and journies for you and me after that,
Trips to bathrooms for water changes,
Only to be endangered by the wet floor,
But we still reached for more,
You were always pleasing to look at,
When I was sad,mad,angry,and unruly,
And droopy,
I wish I could`ve changed what happened,
And never let it pass by,
A stupid mistake with the heater,
And a result with a displeasing mood meter,
I remember you everyday still,
The one with the ill,
Now I know from my mistake of stupidity,
I will not let everyone go that easily,
Kyle you weren`t a dog or a cat,
Or a little birdie,
But you are still my little sweetie,
RIP
x0x0 Rachel
alright I hope this is ok,this is one of my few attempts at poetry.Theres a pic
Bettas,
Little colorful fish,
Bring joys to the eyes of children and adults alike,
Some glow all alike,
Everybody has a unique pattern or color,
Nope not to dull or fade into the shade,
A little personality for every Betta,
Beautiful tails,
Bestowed by the fish gods,
And to attract,
Maybe sometimes to direct attack,
I remember when I saw you at the mall?
No not at the small stall,
The store,
I went through the door,
I was excited to pick my first fish,
I saw you and it was like being presented to fine dish,
I loved you out of every other guy and bought you,
I was happy too,
There were a lot of mishaps and journies for you and me after that,
Trips to bathrooms for water changes,
Only to be endangered by the wet floor,
But we still reached for more,
You were always pleasing to look at,
When I was sad,mad,angry,and unruly,
And droopy,
I wish I could`ve changed what happened,
And never let it pass by,
A stupid mistake with the heater,
And a result with a displeasing mood meter,
I remember you everyday still,
The one with the ill,
Now I know from my mistake of stupidity,
I will not let everyone go that easily,
Kyle you weren`t a dog or a cat,
Or a little birdie,
But you are still my little sweetie,
RIP
x0x0 Rachel
alright I hope this is ok,this is one of my few attempts at poetry.Theres a pic
