There he went, the bunny with
a present for the bear,
it wasn't the first one
but one of a hundred.
There he was, the bunny with
the bear, he had a present
for her he cared.
There she stood, the bear with
the present from the bunny,
tearing it, scratching it, breaking it.
It was funny.
There she was, the bear with
the bunny, she cried since her
present wasn't there.
There he went again...
the bunny with a present
for the bear...he cared.
YOU ARE READING
Loosing Yourself
Short Story"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
