HIS FIGHT LOST
HE SWUNG, SHE SHEILD
HE HITS, SHE BUILDS
HE SAY'S HE'S SORRY
SHE SAYS IT'S LOVE
WILL SHE EVER GET A RING?
OR WILL SHE ALWAYS BE IN THE RANG?
WILL SHE ALWAYS BE HIS BAG?
OR WILL SHE LEARN TO PACK HER BAGS?
WILL SHE KNOW ITS NOT LOVE
OR WILL SHE CHOSE TO SEE HIS GLOVE?
WILL SHE GIVE UP OR WILL SHE CONTINUE
TO BE HIS FIGHT?
HE SWUNG, SHE SHEILD
HE HITS, SHE BUILDS
HE SAYS SORRY BUT ITS TO LATE
THAT POOR GIRL MOTHER HAS TO VISIT
HER BEHIND GATES.
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05-13-2010
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Desires | 1 | 01/09/2020 |
| Dreams and Hope | 0 | 01/09/2020 |
| LOVE | 9 | 01/27/2010 |
| FED UP | 13 | 01/26/2010 |
| HEART SO COLD | 11 | 01/25/2010 |
| HIS FIGHT LOST | 8 | 01/25/2010 |
| Was This Right? | 10 | 01/25/2010 |
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