The woman on the bench sits alone every day
staring off at some unseen thing
Or maybe she's gazing at the clouds to find
that happy place inside her mind
I asked the woman, why this bench every day?
The birds all fluster around
She looked down to me, only to say
"I've found him. He's mine today."
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
The woman on the bench sits alone every day
staring off at some unseen thing
Or maybe she's gazing at the clouds to find
that happy place inside her mind
I asked the woman, why this bench every day?
The birds all fluster around
She looked down to me, only to say
"I've found him. He's mine today."
