#parked - Hello Poetry

Memories bombard my eyes All the wrongs caused in past times Failures on parade Wrong choices made Too late (Can't change them) Why do I stop and reminisce When all these things Leave me feeling like this? What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... Shots left me with a wounded heart Just like a broken vase Put together again It's not the same Thoughts of death plague my mind Runs through my head too much of the time Try to fix it with a rhyme, a line Tried praying for a sign All I see is empty skies And this is why I'd like to know What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... Silhouettes dancing through these streets Dark shadow stalking me The man in the mirror That I see Is not the best version of me I know it Not trying to hide it I'm an open book Read each line And you'll get a small glimpse into my life Through silver screens You'll see all these feelings eating at me Tell me What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... ©2018 Written By Benji James

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

BenjiJames

Crying (Parking Lot)

Memories bombard my eyes All the wrongs caused in past times Failures on parade Wrong choices made Too late (Can't change them) Why do I stop and reminisce When all these things Leave me feeling like this? What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... Shots left me with a wounded heart Just like a broken vase Put together again It's not the same Thoughts of death plague my mind Runs through my head too much of the time Try to fix it with a rhyme, a line Tried praying for a sign All I see is empty skies And this is why I'd like to know What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... Silhouettes dancing through these streets Dark shadow stalking me The man in the mirror That I see Is not the best version of me I know it Not trying to hide it I'm an open book Read each line And you'll get a small glimpse into my life Through silver screens You'll see all these feelings eating at me Tell me What has this life become? When you're all alone Crying in a parking lot... ©2018 Written By Benji James

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I parked in her At the weekend. But this time, I noted that Some one had grit salted The other parking spot. This place was getting over used and double parked. And I wasn't sharing. Who knows how many Times they parked in My spot. So I never parked in Her again.

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC

poetic-t

Double Parking

I parked in her At the weekend. But this time, I noted that Some one had grit salted The other parking spot. This place was getting over used and double parked. And I wasn't sharing. Who knows how many Times they parked in My spot. So I never parked in Her again.

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we always went the same route six-thirty in the afternoon we'll both be on our way home riding orange-tainted jeepneys and i never really paid attention to the parked cars along our way like how i never paid attention to everything you say i was on the same route six-thirty in the afternoon i was on my way home this time, alone

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC

footlettuce

parked cars

we always went the same route six-thirty in the afternoon we'll both be on our way home riding orange-tainted jeepneys and i never really paid attention to the parked cars along our way like how i never paid attention to everything you say i was on the same route six-thirty in the afternoon i was on my way home this time, alone

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