Emotional State
Imagine stretching out on your bed,
Full height, arms and legs splayed,
Somehow KNOWING
Someone’s going to drop an anvil
On your stomach.
This is my current emotional stateEmotional State
Imagine stretching out on your bed,
Full height, arms and legs splayed,
Somehow KNOWING
Someone’s going to drop an anvil
On your stomach.
This is my current emotional stateinfiniti commented on Emotional State
10-19-2009
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.
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