My Life
I live my life through thick and thin,
I live my life with no weapon.
I live my life keeping my feelings inside,
I live my life with my sister's by my side.
I live my life through happiness,
I never lived my life with hatred.
My life is the way it is,
It was made for me, and me to live.
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 |
| My Life | 0 | 10/03/2009 |
| Happy Mother's Day | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Sweet Seducer | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| No Damn Good For Me | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| This World | 1 | 08/16/2009 |
| Unbreakable | 0 | 08/16/2009 |
| Close Your Eyes | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
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