Music
Wind blowing outside my door, thoughts goes to us outside somewhere enjoying a concert listening to the band. As i hold you in my arms do you feel the music in your heart somewhere they playing our song.
Music
Wind blowing outside my door, thoughts goes to us outside somewhere enjoying a concert listening to the band. As i hold you in my arms do you feel the music in your heart somewhere they playing our song.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Stumble and Fall | 0 | 05/25/2011 |
Your Heart | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
Battlefield | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
Thoughts of you | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
At The Lake | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
Music | 0 | 05/12/2011 |
My Heart | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
Deep Inside | 0 | 09/27/2010 |
I am the One Who | 0 | 01/06/2009 |
Volume | 1 | 12/08/2008 |
The Heart of 1 Stud | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
MY FUTURE QUEEN | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
LADY | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
ESSENCE | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
BREATHE | 0 | 11/21/2008 |
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