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The Bench...
Contributed by
awaken1970
on
Sunday, 25th December 2011 @ 12:26:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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On the bench... We shared are first kiss...
Starting with one hand, then moving to the other...
You trusted me, you felt my love, you felt secure...
I just knew this love would endure...
When are lips met, it was true bliss...
You looked in my eyes and you knew this...
Now, I sit and think of the last kiss...
On the bench... I sit alone, only memories of you and I...
Etched so deeply in my mind...
Thinking, how could something so perfect, end, before its time...
A union that started when your lips met mine...
On the bench... I no longer sit, I now lay upon my side, curled up, crying,
shaking, feeling a piece of me has died...
If I had one more kiss... On the bench...
Copyright ©
awaken1970
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2011-12-25 12:26:53] (Date/Time posted on
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