You were there seated at a park bench
There was I holding an iron wrench
You are there people watching
I was there under a tree, resting
You were there book reading
I was there closely looking
You were there like you are waiting
For someone who's late or not coming
You were there alone and hoping
But you never were mine for the taking
YOU ARE READING
#BedroomConfessions
RomanceLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-
