They all left her,
Each and every single one of them.
Now she sits alone,
On the bench in the park.
No one to comfort her,
And put their arm around her.
No one to offer a shoulder to cry on,
He left her too.
She sat and thought,
Maybe it's just me.
I'll never know,
If it was
her fault. /x/
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Poetry+From Happiness to Depression, it's all featured here. +Short Poems Created By Feelings
