Cover up the mirrors,
Wear only black,
Be sad and weep,
Stay home and grieve.
The next few days,
Possibly weeks,
You know are going to be,
Quite hard to make it through.
You'll smile and act tough.
Laugh when you want to cry.
On the outside,
You're the same happy girl
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryBook of poetry. I don't expect you to understand it, but please don't laugh. I don't write poetry usually, but I really need to.
