the bench

who knew a bench could hold so many memories, and still stand strong?

In the middle

of the park

there is a bench

it's old and weak

and can only hold two people

but that bench, is my favorite

yet, nobody knows why

I walk to the park everyday

and sit on that bench

just to hear it creak

and I lay on the bench

just to smell the wood

people walk by

and they laugh

but I don't care

When I'm on that bench

I'm far away

I'm in the past, with you

We're talking about everything

while practicing for the play

you're smiling

that crooked smile

and we're on that bench

but those were the days of Yester year

and as i walk away

from our bench

I wonder if you

still come

to sit

on that bench

and get lost in the past

just like i do

on that Bench

 

Author's Note

i had writers block so it's not so good. ignore spelling and such. Like I said, not one of my best but i had to get rid of Writers block some how.

Reviews

[Spat Queen]

This gave me the chills. It was like you wrote this out of my own head. I love reading things about subjects that seem unimportant until we look at them in such a way. Terrific!! I'm adding this to my favorites.

[Teenage poet]

If that was writers block then you are one of the best writers I have ever read there work. You did an amazing job no matter what anyone else says about it.

[Face In A Crowd]

Wow. Like writers block. Baaa!!! I'll kill writers block. That poem was wonderful.