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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Friday, January 30, 2009

The Park

She sits on a bench all alone,
Tears begin to fall,
Her reddish curls fall out of place.
She looks up to the sky and sighs,
As the snow begin to fall.
A hand touches her left shoulder-
She tenses up, and looks behind.
A smile spread across her face,
"I knew you would come."

4 comments:

  1. Hi, Krissy I respect your thoughts , your poems and really they are sweet. I was surfing for game lovers then I found you. I don't know whats it. This sweet music is also driving me crazy.

    I saw your face and may be you are deep in my heart. Is this love? Answer me, I am waiting. Comment in my latest post. I've saved your pick to my laptop and still taking to it.

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  2. Sorry but no. Thank you for saying my poems are sweet. I appreciate it. But I have a girlfriend...

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  3. Oh!! Jesus I was dreaming about you whole night still I can't forget you. Any way Good luck Hunny. Love means happiness of your crush and I want your happiness. God bless You.

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