Storm
The waves are so rough
I feel like I'm drowning
In quick sand
With no limb to hold on to
The wind steels my breath
Where is my help?
They have ghost me
I'm lost
Dear GOD help me!!!!
Storm
The waves are so rough
I feel like I'm drowning
In quick sand
With no limb to hold on to
The wind steels my breath
Where is my help?
They have ghost me
I'm lost
Dear GOD help me!!!!
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Storm | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
I Want | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Just Love Me | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Dickmatized | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
All In My Business | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
Transition | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
No Way You Black | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
What About Me? | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
FUCK OFF!!!! | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
I'm Done | 1 | 08/03/2009 |
Beautiful You Are | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
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