"One day, you come across Death, weeping on a park bench."
What looked to be tired brown eyes, were brown eyes starving for a sign of hope.
What looked to be a strong woman, was actually a woman searching and crying out for someone to take the world off her shoulders,
What looked to be scars,
Was battle wounds from every broken heart & every emotional breakdown she couldn't handle alone,
What looked to be empty, yet caring soft hands have actually done things that no one should ever do,
To themselves.
Hands that someone was meant to hold.
"One day, you come across Death, weeping on a park bench"
And that's when you realize it was you all along.
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Here's a little writing about me when I was alone & didn't have my daughter or Fiance in my life at the time. I really hope you all enjoy, it's definitely coming out of my comfort zone putting this up. Make sure to message me if you have any questions or have any ideas for me to write about! Thank you!
- Cheyenne Begin
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My Life & Him
PoetryThese are poems & short writings i've done recently after having my first daughter & being in love with the guy i've been with for almost 3 years. As well as its writing about my life before my life went in the other direction, I hope you all enjoy...
