My Friend
My heart is hurting,
I can't quite thinking of loosing
A friend
My mind wonders,
Why did she not understand...
Why did i act of arrogance,
Over a broken promise..
All to lose a friend...
Wishing she would understand...
My Friend
My heart is hurting,
I can't quite thinking of loosing
A friend
My mind wonders,
Why did she not understand...
Why did i act of arrogance,
Over a broken promise..
All to lose a friend...
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Heart Of Thorns | 0 | 05/22/2011 |
You Cannot Judge Me! | 1 | 03/02/2011 |
Fly On The Wall | 2 | 02/27/2011 |
My Friend | 1 | 02/25/2011 |
Friendship Ends | 1 | 02/24/2011 |
Psalms of a leader | 0 | 02/10/2011 |
Fishing | 0 | 02/06/2011 |
Depression | 2 | 02/06/2011 |
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