Loneliness
Light get dem outside my window. And my heart bet slow like a weeping .My mind think thing that could only happen in my dreams a sign of loneliness could it be or my mind could be just playing tricks on me.
Loneliness
Light get dem outside my window. And my heart bet slow like a weeping .My mind think thing that could only happen in my dreams a sign of loneliness could it be or my mind could be just playing tricks on me.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Loneliness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
Sadness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
''Miss Understood'' | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
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