My dream
I see you in my dreams at night
and we talk about you coming back
but then everybody starts to fight
when there was no reason for that
in my dream i want to stay
to talk to you , and live the same way
to tell you whats going on
and to tell you whats wrong
"in my dreams"....cant you be there everyday??
to let me know that you're okay
to let me know you're doing fine
so i could tell you whats on my mind
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| the pain i kept inside | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| lost of a loved one | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| Ever since that day | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| to my uncle | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| this strange feeling | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| Heartache | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| I dont know why | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| My dream | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| Something | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| Im sorry | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| I'm jealous ;) | 0 | 03/27/2010 |
| my friend | 1 | 03/27/2010 |
| This pain seems to last (my mom) | 1 | 03/27/2010 |
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