| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Critique >> Emotional >> ID #1265579 |
| |||||||||||||
|
One sat on the bench
But two were there all the same Trapped inside another It wanted to jump out and scream What have you done to me I used to be great My dreams My desires My hopes My loves You took them away And wont give them back So sit there new man Waste away
© Copyright 2007 Vetack (UN: vetack at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Vetack has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |