She waited for him everyday,
on the cool park bench even when it rained.
Years went by and there she sat,
same time with the note clutched in her fist.
Little did she know that when she returned home,
a boy waited for her everyday,
on the cool park bench even when it rained.
Years went by and their they sat,
until one day they finally met.
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Sweet Nothings- A Collection Of Poems
Şiir"What are you doing?" She looked at me and said quietly, "counting to forty." I looked at her and she looked at me before continuing, "Every forty seconds someone commits suicide, I count to show I'm strong." That night I stared at the clock in the...
