S P I L L E D T H O U G H T S

A N U N S P O K E N F R I E N D

Dedicated to AnAspiringSoul

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I look dull. But, they say I comfort them.

I can't speak. But, they share their life stories with me.

I can't emote. But, that boy comes to me every time there's a fight with his girlfriend.

I can't write. But, thousands of poets visit me for their inspirations.

I can't support people in lives. But, I wonder why that wrinkled man feels a sigh of relief when he leans on me.

I can't tell stories. But, that lonely child finds his dream world when he is with me.

I don't speak. But, they share their rehearsals of professing their love with me.

I stand naked to the harsh storms,
Burning days and chilly nights,
And the changing skies;
I stand naked to the thrashing rain,
Snow heaps and fog,
And the changing seasons.

I lose my color,
I become coarse and smelly,
I rust, I become weak,
And I turn ugly,
Admist the bountless beauty,
I look like a vintage booty.

Yet, I am the same for them,
They share their emotions, stories with me just like before.

I wonder why a human leaves his seven billion friends and come to me, a mere PARK BENCH.