ME
Me
I thought I was lost
But you came and I was found
Because of you I stand on solid ground
For I thought you were lost
But I found you
We met in the middle
Were the two sides meet
We smiled and give a big hug
We laughed, we'd cried
I'd never seen that look in your eyes
The look of found happiness and joy
We looked at each other and said at the same time
I'm glad I found you
It's been so long since we felt this way
I looked in the mirror and said
This is going to be a good day
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 |
| May it be | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Humans | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Twisted | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Weeping Willow | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Glass Eyes | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| The Lighthouse | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| God's Mercy | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Mother/Child | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Forget Me Not | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Face | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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