Love's Cross
Went outside,
Saw his grave.
Started to cry,
I walked away.
Letting the sunlight burn my tears,
I wiped my eyes and turned around.
Felt like dying,
Instead of crying.
I put a red bow,
On his cross.
That I made,
That horrible day.
Copyright © Hannah Stultz | Year Posted 2011
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