Laying in her bed is all she does now
For without him there is
No reason for her to wake up and face the day.
Mascara smeared eyes
Makes her look like she has died
But still she crys
For better days and for his return,
Into her arms once again.
But this will never happen
For heaven is sure hard to reach from Earth
Without leaving it in a hurse.
So for now she waits for the day
Where she can be reunited again.
1 comments:
Casey,
I really liked your poem. I like that the speaker seemed like a parent or family member suffering with the girl's loss. I liked the word choice. It really got your point across. Way to go!
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