Me and You...Maybe
My tears fall for you
My soul calls out to you
My eyes shine for you
My heart breaks for you
My blood sheds for you
My body withers for you
My mind grows old without you
My whole being longs for you
Yet still forever in turmoil are you
Like a tempest tossed vessel you wrack yourself
You long to believe
I long to hold you once more
Forever am i waiting for you
No one knows how you hurt me
No one knows how i hurt you
But everyone knows
I love you
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09-17-2009
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09-14-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Me and You...Maybe | 3 | 09/14/2009 |
| Forgivness | 4 | 09/14/2009 |
| From Grace | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Angels Cry | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Drifting and Floating | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| The Proud One | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Her Cry | 2 | 05/04/2009 |
| Multiple Loves and Heart Aches | 0 | 02/11/2009 |
| Feeling Odd in a World Where I Dont Belong | 4 | 01/30/2009 |
| The Only One I Never Get To See | 1 | 01/26/2009 |
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