My poems

Time

We sat there on the old park bench,
Licking our lips with a luscious lament.
She said not to worry
It's not the first time she felt this way,
It's not your burden to carry
Or price to pay.
I tell her I don't mind
I'll stay here till morn,
We can watch the sun rise
And shatter the dawn.
In the mean time we can map
All the stars in the sky,
Gaze with amazement
As they brighten then die.
For if my words are no good
And there's no deed to be done,
I'll give you my time
And a shoulder to cry on.