My sole tore
I’m so sick and sore
But I love you
My sole tore
I just can’t take it anymore.
You can’t stay true with the things you do,
As my soul lays down on the floor.
I feel the pain straight to my core,
The feelings I had for you are threw.
My soul tore!
I don’t know you anymore,
But I love you.
As my sole lays down on the floor,
I can’t stand it anymore.
I’m done with you, we’re threw.
My sole tore!
As my sole lays down on the floor.
blackfootlady commented on My sole tore
12-09-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| One Last Breath | 1 | 01/14/2012 |
| A Small Tree | 1 | 04/07/2011 |
| theme for english III | 1 | 03/17/2011 |
| My sole tore | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| life and death | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| Regret | 2 | 02/21/2009 |
| Rescue me | 1 | 02/21/2009 |
| All for you | -13 | 02/21/2009 |
| waiting for you | 0 | 02/21/2009 |
| a lost friend | 2 | 02/21/2009 |
| FATE | 1 | 02/21/2009 |
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