Lies
Dark lie, white lie
Whats really the difference?
Big lie, little lie,
Does it matter the size?
One lie, two lies,
many lies later.
Why lie or cry?
It all ends the same.
Lies
Dark lie, white lie
Whats really the difference?
Big lie, little lie,
Does it matter the size?
One lie, two lies,
many lies later.
Why lie or cry?
It all ends the same.
01-20-2011
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 |
I Fell in Love | 1 | 02/28/2011 |
Reality | 0 | 02/28/2011 |
Right By My Side | 1 | 01/10/2011 |
Falling for you | 1 | 12/28/2010 |
For you | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
Mine | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
Me | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
Can I | 2 | 01/22/2010 |
I wait | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
Lies | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
That Day | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
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