That Day
The day you left my life,
a piece of my heart broke off.
The day you stopped talking to me,
I was speechless for days.
The day I lost your friendship,
my eyes filled with tears.
The last day I heard from you,
Is the day I began to fall apart
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I Fell in Love | 1 | 02/28/2011 |
| Reality | 0 | 02/28/2011 |
| Right By My Side | 1 | 01/10/2011 |
| Falling for you | 1 | 12/28/2010 |
| For you | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| Mine | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
| Me | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| Can I | 2 | 01/22/2010 |
| I wait | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| Lies | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| That Day | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
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