A poem

By anonymous on 18/06/2007
I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP AT NITE,
WISHIN I COULD HOLD U TITE.
THE TEARS THAT GENTLY FALL FROM ME,
R 4 THE BABY I'LL NEVER C.
THE PAIN INSIDE ME U'L NEVA NO,
AND I NO THAT PAIN WIL NEVA GO.
UR TINY HANDS AND TINY FEET,
MY LIL BABY WIV NO HEARTBEAT.
I LOVE U MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY,
AND I PRAY WE'LL B TOGETHA ONE DAY.
X X X

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