We sit by the river bank
on a bench worn by the years
I stare out at the water,
it shimmers in the sun
a beautiful day passes us by
as tears cloud my face.
The cars whiz by on the bridge
in them, people going about their lives
they have no idea of the scene that is painted below
an anxious girl, torn apart by your words
of not wanting the same things as I.
The breeze blows softly as our doom befalls us
this could have been the best years of our lives.
But things never work out quite how I want them
and you ended before it really began.
Author notes
there was a picture my psych teacher gave us...its from the TAT (a personality test).
this was the picture, the story is all mine.
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