Park BenchA Poem by MarshallYour heart is pure if you watch a man collecting trash cans four birds tweeting in a sycamore tree people watching you-talking to yourself and sleeping on a park bench to empty your heart of its heaviness. Your heart is pure if you allow anyone to listen to your heartbeat through the cellphone and you are not sure if you want to laugh or cry Your heart is heavy if you cant let go of sadness and the road you are walking on turns sharply strewn with tacks thorny torments and is uneven. Your heart is filled with happiness when a familiar voice whispers softly in your ear and you want to walk the distance to snuggle up next to him. Your heart beats this way because it shows your endless love! Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, 2 months ago- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11615253-Park-Bench-by-Marshall-Gass-noguest#sthash.tfMSNge7.dpuf© 2014 Marshall |
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