A Chance
Feeling affectionate
Towards him,
Feeling unique
Towards him,
Feeling wanted
Towards him,
He cares
He knows
He loves
He understands
who I really am,
He only wants
what's best for me,
I'm giving a chance
to the one I love,
Hoping I won't get hurt
with the one I love
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Death in Love | 1 | 07/25/2010 |
| The Rush of Lust | 1 | 01/14/2010 |
| Broken | 0 | 01/02/2010 |
| To Thee | 1 | 12/09/2009 |
| Feed | 2 | 12/02/2009 |
| Her | 2 | 12/01/2009 |
| My Bond | 2 | 11/28/2009 |
| Happy Anniversary | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| My Hunger | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| A Chance | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| Realize | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| My Love | 2 | 11/28/2009 |
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