GOLD
GOLD
As I grow old and tired,
I can see all the wrong I did,
By not getting on my knees and giving you this ring,
Now I don’t know,
But Should I keep hope,
Because I try and I cant cope,
As I grow old and not having my gold.
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 |
| Holy name | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| Lust | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| 35er | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| HOT DAY | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| UR NAME | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| soon | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| ONLY ME | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| LIFE | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| FAR AWAY | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| QUESTION | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| STANDING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| SUN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| DROWNING | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| I | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DEMONS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST N FOUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GREEN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| FRIEND | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| AROUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| ANGEL | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| THE ROSE RING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| BIG DADDY | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| NAME | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| ALL YOU | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO ME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GOLD | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| OLD DAYS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WISH | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DREAMS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| A+J | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WOMAN OF MY DREAM | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO GOD MY LIGHT | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| KISS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TIME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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