Lost
Don’t ever expect straight answers from me
I cannot give them.
I’ll tell you what I can-The way I can.
And if I speak in riddles,
Don’t begrudge me.
For it’s not intentionally.
I too am trying to understand and see
Through the riddles of my life.
If you can see the answers in-between the lines
Read them aloud.
I’d like to know them too.
Don’t take this as a cry for help
It’s not meant to be.
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 |
| Fairytale Lover | 2 | 11/17/2009 |
| Dear Best Friend | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Peaceful | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Fool | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Love Affair | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| No Regrets | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Equal Score | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Lost Love | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Forgive Me | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| My other self- Insane | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| I Loved You | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Fairytale Lover | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
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