Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

I ran out of my apartment telling my parents

“I'm going to check the mail,”

but actually, I am going to give you this letter.

As I approached your apartment,

I think,

“How in the world am I going to give this to you?”

I look up and say a little prayer,

“Please god,

help this dumb kid find my letter.”

I placed the paper right next to a tree

by his back door with a rock on top.

I ran home so fast afterward.

Happiness fills my heart.