Late at night
Late at night its dark and dullLate at night its as rusty as a skull
Nowhere to hide
Can't go back inside
Stay out here
Face your biggest fear
BOOM
Its your doom.
Late at night
Late at night its dark and dullA 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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My new school | 0 | 11/20/2013 |
When we argue | 0 | 11/20/2013 |
Late at night | 0 | 09/07/2013 |
My Daddy | 0 | 09/07/2013 |
My Cousin And Bestfriend | 0 | 09/07/2013 |
My Sisters | 2 | 08/19/2013 |
My Best Friend | 0 | 08/16/2013 |
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