A Sweet Promise
Life's rough spots are bearable because your
shoulders are lent.
Vacancy that was in my heart is fully filled
by a oneness with you.
Pain would seize me in its frozen grip
fear paralyzed my ability to share emotions
but you changed that.
Thank you for knowing me, Thank you for
not giving up on me, Thank you for never
leaving nor forsaking me. Thank you.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hearts Desire | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
| A Sweet Promise | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| WHEN FLESH IS CALLING | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Tracy's Rhythm | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| BLACK RAIN | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| Love's Song | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| The Last Night | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| You Lost.... | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
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