Tears.. .
The death lenguage of emotions.The truth that hides, Whats deep inside.
What u cant ignore.
That one kiss that takes all my senses away.
Tearz; what your body does to mine.
Tears.. .
The death lenguage of emotions.A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
---|---|---|
Title | Comments | Submitted |
Tears.. . | 1 | 11/22/2010 |
Fustrations.. . |
0 | 11/22/2010 |
~Untitled~ | 1 | 11/22/2010 |
Rainy Days.. . | 2 | 11/17/2010 |
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.