Written: I have no idea >:( around 12-7-2017?
re-written: 4-8-2017 (at 4:55am YAAY!) (Update; It's 5:18 and i need to wake up at 9 tomorrow for a action packed day! Just great...)
I sit on my bench, in the park,
Hoping they won't see me in the dark.
I watch them kick him to the ground.
I hear his bones crack with a odd sound.
Watching his body roll into the trench,
While his pleading calls run to my bench.
A gasp escapes my wounded lips,
My body freezes from head to tips.
They're heads are turning, and so are their feet.
I've made a mistake, I feel my last heart beat.
Soon I'll join my friend in the trench,
At least as ghosts, we'll stay sitting on my bench.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Bright Side
PoesiaI love writing random poems, so here I am, posting them because I'd like to hear peoples feedback, so don't be afraid to comment your opinion. Just random incoherent shit from my brain that I try to organize ~started out as a poem book, lead more in...
