You
YOU!
Wash my soul
cleanse me of your smile
and the memory of
ten fingers
entwined forever
in a hopeless wish
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Terryalan’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Alone | 4 | 08/22/2009 |
| Losing yet again | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| You | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
| SHE WALKS | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| I AM ALONE AND LONELY | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
| MY SOULMATE | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
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