My Corner
I sit and stareI'm scared and cold
My heart aches
of troubles and drear
I doubt you care
because I'm on my own
siting from afar
wondering where the
real you hides
My corner is a sancutary
where my heart hides
My Corner
I sit and stareTo have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
: ) | 0 | 04/19/2010 |
My Corner | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
What Is The Meaning Of Life | 0 | 12/28/2009 |
Why | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
Circles | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
Unappriciated | 1 | 10/25/2009 |
Forget | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
Cries | 1 | 07/15/2009 |
Who Am I | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
Limited | 2 | 06/29/2009 |
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