About Her
i didn't have no one to go to, to talk 2.
it sucked.
she was everything.
when i talked to her,
i felt like,
i was on top of the world.
i felt more than happy.
I felt like nothing could stop me from being happy.
i was 100%.
About Her
i didn't have no one to go to, to talk 2.
it sucked.
she was everything.
when i talked to her,
i felt like,
i was on top of the world.
i felt more than happy.
I felt like nothing could stop me from being happy.
i was 100%.
06-18-2009
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.
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