Yesterday
Yesterday setting here with nothing to do but close my eyes and thank of you, your smiles so bright your eye's would shine im forever proud to call you mine, but now all I see is a cloud of gray I wish you were here like yesterday.
Yesterday
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 |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
R.I.P | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
''SHORTENED DAY'S.'' | 0 | 04/19/2009 |
i knew from the biginning | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
Friend's | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
Yesterday | 0 | 02/26/2009 |
Garding Angle | 0 | 02/26/2009 |
Heaven | 1 | 02/25/2009 |
a loyal friend | 0 | 02/25/2009 |
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