Feelngs of Past
As I scream they disappear around meShattering like glass broken friendships
Will never last let go of the past.
Feelngs of Past
As I scream they disappear around meA 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.
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Really? | 0 | 12/11/2012 |
Perfection | 0 | 12/11/2012 |
Longing | 0 | 10/24/2012 |
Breathe | 0 | 10/24/2012 |
Stars | 0 | 10/24/2012 |
Water | 0 | 10/24/2012 |
Roses | 0 | 10/18/2012 |
Life | 0 | 10/18/2012 |
Feelngs of Past | 0 | 10/18/2012 |
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