thank you
Well its been 8 months since the fight
we made up
Thank god
I cried with delight
My friend im glad
To have it be what it used to be
And all i can say
Is that its better that way
Without you there
These past few monthes
Broke me inside
And i cried and cried and cried
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 |
| memories | 0 | 10/13/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| thank you | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| Im sorry | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| Emma Lynn | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Who Cares? | 2 | 07/07/2009 |
| shattered glass | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| hurt | 1 | 06/14/2009 |
| why | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
| My friend and I | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| sixteen | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Spring Haiku | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| winter haiku | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Champs | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Who Am I | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| The mockingbird | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Graduation | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| about him | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| change | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
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