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
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American 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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