Lonely Park Bench

A poem a had written...

I turn to a lonely park bench for a little writing
I may sit down and realize something frightening

I am all alone in a world full of life
All alone and wishing you could be here tonight

I thought of you yesterday I can not understand why
Sometimes I feel so silly because it's you that I think of when I stop to cry

Is it strange I will never Know
How many tears I shed with nothing to show

Life travels so fast in to the night
I begin to dream of you and I feel so right

You say things I may never hear again
This thought makes me hate my self my head is caving in

Many times I will hang my head and cry..
I wonder if this will work I sigh

Yet again you have me strangely off beat
For it is you who has put my head over feet