Abandoned, left for dead
I close my heart and guard it well
Why have we left our love unsaid
When you let go, we both fell
Over it all and beaten down
Like the weathered bench beneath me
I interrogate this small town
They reply with eyes that won't see clearly
Author notes
The first rhyming poetry I've writen in awhile Please enjoy
Please tell me what you pictured...
Comments
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I've never liked rhyming people but I'm always making exceptions for people. v-v it's...odd...just the last line seems to make it seem that way..

