Shine
Pray that I don't fall too far
Reaching for the stars
Pull one down for you
Brighten your world for you
Brightest star would never do
Your eyes out shine the sun
No where I can run
I've come undone
Shine
Pray that I don't fall too far
Reaching for the stars
Pull one down for you
Brighten your world for you
Brightest star would never do
Your eyes out shine the sun
No where I can run
I've come undone
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Misty Eye Disease | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
Poetry My Mistress | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
Lift My Eyes | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
Shine | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
Weep | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
Echos | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
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