knowing
My heart shatters knowing that
At any second of any minute
She could be gone out of my life
I would be alone once again
On this so-called place Earth
Without her I would get lost
In the darkness of the abyss
She flew out of my life
Like a flying bat out of hell
I would wish everyday that
I could see her one last time
I don’t think I could carry
The burden of losing her
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| come back | 0 | 03/01/2010 |
| knowing | 0 | 01/26/2010 |
| hard love | 0 | 01/26/2010 |
| what i see | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| love | 0 | 06/11/2009 |
| I would go | 0 | 06/11/2009 |
| what is love | 0 | 06/11/2009 |
| As I lay | 0 | 06/11/2009 |
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