missing you
My eyes are longing to see your face My lips are calling for your taste My fingers need to feel your skin I feel I am burning from with in so please come and put this fire out before I die and this love fizzles out.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| poetry | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
| cold and white brings me delight | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| Angel | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Dream | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Key | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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