Lost
As I sit alone I whisper to you of love that has flown by. In the mist of my tomorrow I long for you but you are not hear. How could I want you so bad when I cant even touch you. The outward is in and I am drowning in my tomorrow. I am filled with what is lost to my eyes. The black sheets surround me and I am frozen in time forever.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Caught | 1 | 12/15/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 11/20/2009 |
| Destine | 0 | 11/20/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 11/20/2009 |
| Get Ready Get Ready | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Life | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Let Me See | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| How do I say I love you in Thirty Words | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| I'm Not Worthy | 0 | 10/20/2009 |
| The Rough Spot | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
| I Am | 0 | 10/17/2009 |
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