The Bench
Sitting alone
On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
Sitting alone
On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
The experience in this poem is exactly the experience I had two weeks ago.
My darling, my girl,
Why are you so sad?
Why can't you see that life is not all bad?
You're my angel.
My girlfriend is in prison for taking her husband's life. She was abused very badly by him, and when she was growing up, she was sexually abused, physically abused, and mentally abused. She...
When you remember me,
Please do not weep.
My body may not be there.
It has chosen to sleep.
I lost my dad not long ago (May 24, 2016). My dad wasn't there growing up, and I dreamed of the day I was old enough to look for him. My dream came true 6 years ago. My dad came back into my...
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