(This Page Graphic Intense Please Wait For Loading)Alone In The Park I sit alone in the park, in this place we once sat, I am now in my closed off world, looking out across a cold and lonely future, thinking of you up in that big city so far away, and what "us" might have been. I find myself dreaming of you every night, and all the things we could have done. Yet here I continue to sit, alone in the park. My heart and mind waiting until again I see you coming into my world once more. I sit fearing that in some way I lost my chance the last time you were here. I tremble thinking that your heart holds no feelings towards this country boy, while inside my heart is crying, my emotions are spinning. Deep in my soul my heart is dying, for here I sit knowing deep within it isn't just a shallow crush I hold for you, and my tears are flowing, because I care so much. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken my feelings so openly, maybe things would be different and I wouldn't be involved in these tragic musing and my heart wouldn't be so afraid. But I did share my heart with you, and I fear I have driven you away with my boldness. Now here I sit alone, dreaming of our passion as I cry, it's become my usual day. I sit and rock back and forth on this bench, not fully coping with my lonely lot in life, wishing I could make something start. Here I continue to sit praying, for a change in your heart. Here I sit knowing, of the love that we'd share, how it would continue growing. I haven't felt such strong emotions, in such a long time. It all comes so strangely again, these twisted feelings of mine. Tears are building in my eyes, yet I will hold them back, for only weak men cry, but in my loneliness, strength is something I lack. It is my loneliness which causes my heart to ache night after night. When you recieve this letter please don't feel pressured my love, just always be assured, that for you my feeling will not relent, I know you heart is now directed toward other ways, and my feelings at this point don't matter. But still I continue to stare blankly at the horizons, and deep in thoughts of you, I spend my lonely nights, and I continually grow sadder.~ Dave ~If you enjoyed reading this tale told here on the porch swing please click on the bar below to share it with your friends! NEXT BACK HOME © 2001 Dave ~ Cowboy Night Writer PalletMaster's Workshop®. "There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval."