Tongue Tied
The way he looks, oh baby
I think im going crazy
When he smiles
My heart goes wild
He speaks to me and
I get as high as I can be
There are butterflies in the air
And I can feel the magic in my stomach
My words get mixed up as you can tell
I try to tell him I like him because I do
But end up laughing the whole way through
My hear beats fast like a turtle
Time is as slow as a cheetah
And there I go again
Making no sense
Shut up baby, don’t make me talk
Lets just dance.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| 1/24/16 | 0 | 01/25/2016 |
| My love, My life, My best friend | 1 | 08/05/2010 |
| As for tonight | 1 | 08/05/2010 |
| You cant have a rainbow with out a little rain | 1 | 03/22/2010 |
| Juxtaposition of my dream | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| How Could He Leave? (pantoum) | 1 | 01/13/2010 |
| Death of My Love (number poem) | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| Tongue Tied | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| The lady of shalott | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| Innocent Minds | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| For the best. (number poem) | 0 | 01/13/2010 |
| Losing him | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Baby, where are you? | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Patches | 0 | 05/11/2009 |
| Fading Fast | 1 | 04/01/2009 |
| Rain, tears and angels. | 3 | 03/31/2009 |
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