Tapping my feet to the rhythmic breeze blowing through the Autumn leaves, singing it's tune. I was sitting at the bench we swore to meet every year. Every time you'd come home from that war, you'd always beat me to our spot. I loved seeing that smile, i never knew how you could smile that wide after being in that place... I still go to that very spot, even though I know you won't appear. You once told me you'd always come back... Guess that wasn't true, but ill always remember you... How could i forget?
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Poems for the Heart
RandomRandom poems I've written. Personally, i haven't felt all these, but as they came to my head i wrote them on the page. I hope they speak to you in a way that helps.
