Lonely Bench
I remember the day
When I walked away
Not even saying goodbye
Just leaving you with a lie
When our kiss was French
And we were at that bench
Sitting under that tree
It happened so magically
But my heart started racing because of the heat
Unfortunately so did me feet
Now it feels like my heart was hit by a wrench
As I sit here thinking of you, on this lonely bench
Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013
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