Teen Poetry #9 |
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HersheyKiss Member
since 2008-06-02
Posts 137New Jersey |
I have been beating myself up over the horrible decision I have made. This poem means a lot to me. Please let me know what you think. Dear Mom, Dear Dad, I'm sorry this letter has to be so sad. I'm not writing to you, from a camp in the wood. Doing all the fun things that I wish I could. I'm not in my play house high in a tree Watching the clouds, just daddy and me I'm sorry Ill never get to make you proud In my cap and gown apart from the crowd I hate that I can't give you a hug Or make you scream when I bring home a bug I cry when I think that I'll never hear you laugh Or see you smile as I splash in my bath Well its about time for me to go My Father is here and he loves me so But before I leave I have questions for you. Why did you kill me? What did I do? Love, Your Baby |
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