BEING REAL
Can somebody love me if I don't love myself?
Can somebody trust me if I don't trust at all?
Can somebody lean on me if I don't heal?
Can somebody grow with me if I don't want to grow?
The answer to most of us is probalbly no,
but the solution is easy-
Let God save your soul!
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 |
| Poetry is for reading | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| Somebody Cares | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| Beautiful Flower | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Bleeding Heart | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Devoted Love | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Proud Flower | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Tomorrow's Gift | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| God's Rose | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| BEING REAL | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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