Park

by Becca   Nov 6, 2005


Sitting alone in the park,
It is cold and it is dark.
You are sitting by my side,
Helping dry the tears I cried.
I hold on to your arm,
To protect me from harm.
I am so scared,
I am unprepared,
For what I am going to do.
I am glad Im with you.

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