Sitting on the park bench
I spot you with her hand in hand
Laughing and joking
Your hands round her waist, and she’s smiling
I wonder what you’re talking about
I look down at the floor hoping you won’t see me
But I’m so wrong
Looking back up your eyes meet mine
And although no words are spoken
I smile that sweet smile
Which says “it’s okay, it really is”
When it really isn’t
She doesn’t see me
And your eyes move away from me
She has no idea
The look we’ve just shared carries so many secrets
A week later
You’re back lying in my bed
But this time laughing and joking with me
And we never mentioned that secret shared look ever again.
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great imagery and story. well done.
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I like it. I could picture the scene the intire time. This is amazing. It really give you the feel of what you're feeling.
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I like this! it's good, flows well and has great imagery Though i'm not sure of the situation like Untouched pages said. But I still love it
Great write!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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Well I way I wrote this was, I was the girl on the bench and he, the boy in it is someone else's boyfriends but has feelings for me and the end stanza
"A week later
You’re back lying in my bed
But this time laughing and joking with me
And we never mentioned that secret shared look ever again"
is him carrying on our affair I suppose. Make sense?? THanks for the comment
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I see now great write
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Good Stuff
I do see you on the bench in the park, however you shold be feeding piegons, not him!
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... BF stealer??? or a lover caught in the middle.. either way he is such a player.. lol I love this write. I found the imgery very well done I could see them walking and you looking all cute!! lol Well done.. thank you for the penning!!
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