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Here she sits
In this garbage riden park.
She sits on that same wooden bench.
That bench is always there,
It never leaves-
It will never leave.
She sits on that bench ,
with her knees drawn to her chest.
She is crying silent tears,
no one is there for her.
Except for that same bench.
That bench never leaves her,
Just like she never talks.
As the seasons change,
her mood doesn't.
She is always depressed,
hoping,someone,anyone will give her the time of day.
But no one does.
They just walk by and ignore her,
Bet that bench, that old wooden bench
is always there for her.
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- Title: Always there
- Artist: greensimp
- Description: i bassed this poem on a book i read and i wrote it for school awhile ago so it is quiet bad to me but i love non-the less...
- Date: 08/13/2009
- Tags: always there
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