Outside you smile,
But inside you're hurting.
You cry yourself to sleep,
Thinking of him,
Dreading the day,
Of the letter's arrival.
You know it will.
You felt his pain.
Today is the day,
The letter will come.
It held the news
She held in her heart:
"I am sorry.
But your son is dead"
Depressing, isn't it? My friend Mary sent it to me, so kudos to her. Hope you enjoy.
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Tags, Stories, Poems Oh My!
RandomThis book is a horrific combo of short stories(really short), poems, tags, and just little things I might want to get out to the readers. Enjoy!!!!
