blame
i know your alive
but your not here
i know you love me
thats why you took the blame
but i wish you wouldnt have
i may never see you agien
or hear your sweet voice
and i will miss you forever
without a choice
you once told me to choose
and how it ended
to me your as good as dead
but i will always remember
everything you said
11-29-2009
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 |
| time | 3 | 12/15/2009 |
| blame | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
| more then | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
| waiting | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| three days | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| sleepless | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| no choice | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| MY GIRL! | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| what is wrong with me? | 2 | 11/29/2009 |
| freeze | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| insist | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| school | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| senses | 4 | 11/24/2009 |
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