Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

BENCH

This is for those who ask,
I already shut my mouth, it's not the time to end this task,
Nor be with the lions when they were hungry, it sucks,
The mind and acts of human society,
Back in my lonely mind, it knocks,

I am sitting here peacefully,
Unwounded character,
Full of tranquility,
A forbidden selection,
But never an option,
A submerged solution,
Never been part of a proportion,

Then one day,
One beautiful eyes of green stared at me,
And say hello,
She's feeding the birds that may too so slow,
The world end up hangging in time,
"What should I know?",

I started to get irretated,
This is an irrational thought,
a questionable move,
And then I found myself sitting on the next bench,
Right in infront of her,
Stealing chances of seeing her green eyes again,

It is afternoon,
And she's ready to go home,
One bird flies on her shoulders,
That looks so still like stone,
She smile so badly that it took my breath away,
And the air was filled with love and laughter,

It seems I am inlove with a stranger,
Who didn't know who I am,
For those who asks why should I end up stealing a view of her,
For I am just a homeless,
Looking for a good friend,

I spend my night sitting on the bench,
Where she fed some birds in the morning,
I still smell the fragrance of her clothes,
She is a lovely person,
How do I say that? What was the reason?,

In the middle of the night,
One woman was crying while walking towards the benches,
I started to pull some branches,
And cover myself to hear her sadness came out,
But the reality is harsh to know,
That her lover doesn't need her anymore,
And it breaks the entire world of the woman who was sitting on this bench,
But there's no such pain that love gives,

The success is sweet,
But there's no sweeter than a life full of smiles,
The moonlight strikes, it reflects on her skin,
Shes maybe down, or coping with something,
She is broken in pieces,
Her tears fell down,
And running through her cheeks,
She is not here for the birds, nor the man who wrote this poem,
I feel guilty, knowing that I am not the reason of her tears,

I am homeless,
She occupied the benches,
She literaly cry all night and day,
Till her heart dies with his outstanding plays.

This isn't a bench,
This is the weight you carry,
never underestimate someone.
Never.
Ever..