Anna_Jacob17

The rusted metal bench sitting under the tall oak tree. A reminder and example of myself, its there, so lonesome, as the mold takes over it's colors, my usefulness, and my purity disappears slowly. Waiting to be put to use, I finally grant it's long waited for wish.

Anna_Jacob17

The rusted metal bench sitting under the tall oak tree. A reminder and example of myself, its there, so lonesome, as the mold takes over it's colors, my usefulness, and my purity disappears slowly. Waiting to be put to use, I finally grant it's long waited for wish.