The girl on the bench sat by herself,
The wind blows by bringing the chill of December with it.
Patiently she sat waiting,
Waiting as time ticked by.
Beyond only snow was seen,
Shimmering in the light.
The girl held a rose,
Bright red with thorns pricking her hands.
The lonely girl shed one tear,
For today was a sad day.
The bite of the cold and the silence that followed,
The dead silence.
Now the girl stands and drops the rose,
On top of a life where memories flicker past.
But she didn't know as she left,
With tears trailing down her face.
A person almost ghost-like,
Picked the flower up and smiled with tears glistening in her eyes.
Knowing she has never been forgotten,
For one will always be there.
To warm her heart,
On the cold December day.
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Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I come up with sometimes, and if could help me. Comment on this to give ideas for me to write poems on. And I might put up some poems that I like from other authors.
