Weep
My soul does weep
With the love I do keep
Locked away inside of me
For no one but thee
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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mbrhyme’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Misty Eye Disease | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
| Poetry My Mistress | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
| Lift My Eyes | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
| Shine | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Weep | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Echos | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
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