dreams...
how can i stop thinking of youjandh4ever commented on dreams...
07-07-2009
11/02/2009
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| DoNe..... | 4 | 07/14/2009 |
| hhhmmmmmm... | 2 | 07/04/2009 |
| dreams... | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| not me for you; but your for me | 3 | 06/28/2009 |
| Who will take me to the most perfect place in the world..... | 4 | 06/27/2009 |
| my lil sis | 8 | 06/27/2009 |
| getting myself to trust you.... | 3 | 06/24/2009 |
| why not us???? | 2 | 06/23/2009 |
| LyFe AnD tHe MeSsEd Up TrIcKs It PlAyS oN yOu | 1 | 06/18/2009 |
| WHY | 3 | 06/17/2009 |
| i miss you dad.. | 3 | 06/14/2009 |
| so precious my son.... | 5 | 06/14/2009 |
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