directly to me...
Left off the highway, and around the bend, After you reach the water the road will make a cross. travel a half a mile up the road past the feilds. Make another left at the pinetree. Do you see it? It's the house where the girl stands in the doorway, wearing the moonlight in her hair. The one who has been waiting this whole time. The girl who has been waiting to truley love and take care of you. The one who when you say "will you be mine?" will ask you "what took you so long?"
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Dedicated to poppop | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| directly to me... | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| I will....i will try | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| colors of us! | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| why you did | 2 | 02/20/2009 |
| magic in a child's eyes | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
| Life of mine | 1 | 02/20/2009 |
| Broken | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
| they say | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
| when you walk away | 1 | 02/20/2009 |
| Still hurts | 1 | 02/20/2009 |
| Tears I Cried | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
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