Remining myself to move forward.
No Longer
No longer waiting on you
No longer will I feel blue
No longer wondering what to do.
No longer, no longer.
My eyes will not cry
No voice to say bye bye.
Release my heart to begin a new start.
No longer will I. No longer will I.
Speak the words of doubt
Stick out my lips and pout
Or, feel sorry.
No longer , No longer
No longer waiting on you.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Missing Pieces | 0 | 12/15/2013 |
| Like Glass | 0 | 04/22/2013 |
| Beauty is in the Mirror | 1 | 09/08/2012 |
| Blinded by my Senses. | 1 | 06/25/2012 |
| MBS | 1 | 09/13/2011 |
| ....in store. | 0 | 10/18/2009 |
| No Longer | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| A Lovers Text | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| alive | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| NOT MINE | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| OOH!! | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| Male Reflection | 2 | 02/22/2009 |
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