Loneliness
Light get dem outside my window. And my heart bet slow like a weeping .My mind think thing that could only happen in my dreams a sign of loneliness could it be or my mind could be just playing tricks on me.
Loneliness
Light get dem outside my window. And my heart bet slow like a weeping .My mind think thing that could only happen in my dreams a sign of loneliness could it be or my mind could be just playing tricks on me.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Loneliness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
Sadness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
''Miss Understood'' | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
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