My other self- Insane
I’m not looking back or living in the past
I’m only holding the time which belongs to us
I’ll close my eyes
And cover my ears
I’ll shut out the noise
That the silly clock is making.
See, it has stopped I knew it would
For our love
Beats the time itself.
So you must stay beside me
For if you don’t
The time will win
And we’d only be you & me
And not us.
Anyway- I never did like waiting
For the time to come & than go
Knowing I was waiting alone.
My other self- Insane.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Fairytale Lover | 2 | 11/17/2009 |
| Dear Best Friend | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Peaceful | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Fool | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Love Affair | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| No Regrets | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Equal Score | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Lost Love | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Forgive Me | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| My other self- Insane | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| I Loved You | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
| Fairytale Lover | 0 | 11/17/2009 |
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