Central ParkThe wind blew through the trees of the park, blowing the hat off of Jacob's head. He did not run after it, only thinking to himself "Maybe it will go to someone less fortunate than I."Central Park
Jacob, a middle-aged, wearing a dress shirt and a tie, his new suede jacket draped over the back of the stone bench he was sitting in. His black hair blowing around in the wind on his now hatless head, he decided it was time to go, putting his paperback book, back into his black leather briefcase.
While standing up to leave he noticed his new jacket was missing, and saw a homeless man walking away wea
FeelingsHow do I tell you How I really feel What can I do Its so hard to concealFeelings
No matter what I do I cannot seem to hide How I feel for you It warms me up inside
But I'm to shy To say it to you're face That is why I say it in this place
Here I do not fear The pain of rejection Its is like when I'm here I have some sort of protection
My WonderlandThis is me I am alone Can anyone see That I have no homeMy Wonderland
No place to belong No one to love I must stay strong To get to the world I dream of
A world filled with love Filled with acceptance too With only blue skies above And never nothing to do.
Everyone is kind And there is no pain. And no one would mind, If it was pouring rain.
This is my world Where I'd like to be But it will never exist I'll just stay lonely old me.
Puppy 4
Quitting
Affection
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