Deception
~*~I have walked a thousand miles
seen a thousands faces
heard a thousand words
come from men of all races
Can I believe what your saying to be true?
how can you say what you do
knowing nothing of me
only what you see
what face are you hiding?
what truth do you bring?
your words can spoil a queen!
sincerely do you even care to know me?
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Naughty | 2 | 09/30/2009 |
| Black satin sheets | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Crucifixion | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Deception | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Craddle me | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Remember | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Sleepy | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Creep | 2 | 09/19/2009 |
| Elusive | 4 | 02/13/2009 |
| Bleed | 4 | 02/13/2009 |
| The other side | 1 | 02/11/2009 |
| Twisted | 5 | 02/11/2009 |
| Blue | 1 | 02/10/2009 |
| Open Book | 1 | 02/10/2009 |
| Prison | 3 | 02/09/2009 |
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