untilted
sometimes draws a blank
nomatter how hard I try I can't think
It's been so long since I've seen the light
my vision goes on this lonely night
ruions of a past I can't erase
I try so hard to remember this face
untilted
sometimes draws a blank
nomatter how hard I try I can't think
It's been so long since I've seen the light
my vision goes on this lonely night
ruions of a past I can't erase
I try so hard to remember this face
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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untilted | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
untilted | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Unspoken truth | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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