thinking what should be
rules,how shit is,loyality ,no more yhan i should bear,relentlessley over and over these things haunt my mind.why are these a part of my life running cant escape.stength i have more than i care,
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| keep waitin by the tree | 0 | 05/22/2010 |
| being a mother | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| thinking what should be | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
| daddys girl | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
| is there peace | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
| dusting my knees off | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
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