3 BenchesA Poem by Truth the Liara Poem
3 benches from me a man sleeps
Is he homeless? Or is he dreading of losing love like I am? Is he tearing from the emptiness the future holds? Like I am. Just 3 benches from me a man sleeps Is he tired of fighting for life? Or tired of fighting for love? Like I am Is his armor in his bag? which lays, by his head Or is it getting soft from the tears Like mine is 3 benches from that man sleeping Will be another man sleeping. © 2010 Truth the LiarAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on July 29, 2010 Last Updated on July 29, 2010 AuthorTruth the LiarBronx, NYAboutI am all over the place. I write, draw, design, act, Direct, rap, make music, make videos, counsel, fight, go to church, cry, talk s**t, laugh, and do much more. That is who I am. more..Writing
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