Lullaby Baby
When the light
goes out, and I'm
All alone, I think
Of you. Your the
Warmpth that
Spreads from my
Heart to my toes
And my fingers.
Your the light that
Chaces the bad
Away. You're my
Lullaby, baby.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
| Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
| Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
| Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
| Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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