I sit here in a stare
and think about what
i will write about today.
dreaming of a time when
i was in this park
playing and talking
with my friends.
i miss them so much,
i wish that they could be
there with me now.
feeling the cold breeze
flow over my face,
making it cold.
and i sit on this
old, faded green
table,
dreaming of a time
when there was
once a happy girl,
surronded by her
best friends.
