Me
Why do you do the things you do? Why do you make me question myself and well being? You make me wanna cry and say good bye. You hurt me more with each passing day. All the lies and secrets you kept away. You tell me now what its suppose to be? Because Im not going to let it be. You always ask whats going on? But you never listen when all is wrong. You look at everything you want to see. But at last you dont see the real me.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Baby | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Never | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Cherish | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| TRUST | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Love You More | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| See me | 0 | 06/26/2009 |
| stay | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| pain | 0 | 06/15/2009 |
| time and time again | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| BEN | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| shocks | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Yearn | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| night | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| understand | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Again | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Cry | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| Me | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| hurt | 2 | 06/08/2009 |
| Heart | 0 | 04/25/2009 |
| Gift | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| Wings | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
| Greatest thing | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
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