The fight over the color of my dog
Is where it simply started.
She said pink, me yellow,
Never thinking we would be parted.

Mother did not agree,
I called her cranky and crazy.
She packed her bags and left
So fast it was hazy.

Aboard a plane flying far away from me.
Thinking she would be back,
Properly Propping my feet up
To recover over a glass of cucumber tea.

Little did I know her plane crashed down.
Collided in the Orchid Ocean
Far away from town.

The sea creatures saved everyone --but her.
Flames began to rage and roar,
Emotions started to stir.

Cursing tuna and swordfish for what they had done.
They would reminisce and regret it,
They better start to run.

I began to cry salt-water tears from the Orchid Ocean.
I craved a ramping revenge on them
To put them all out of motion.

Soon the seas ran dry, ocean life still.
Never extending a helping hand through.
The rabbit’s hole in my heart never to fill.

I cried every day since then.
And as I continually cried on,
Tears were falling from my pen.

So did my purple pen, same with my flowers.
Tears furiously falling from everything
Because they possessed no power.

Everything stopped working
The day her plane tumbled down.
The sun stationary there,
Never setting again on our town.

In memory of her, I began to think.
Wanting her to be right,
I dyed my dog pink.