Picture
can i find myself in a picture?
mabye.
but i havn't found it yet.
mabye.
but i havn't found it yet.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Wonderland | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Just Like my Journal | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
My Sister | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Tonight | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Odd | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Demons | 1 | 10/25/2012 |
Life on standby. | 1 | 03/30/2010 |
R.I.P daddy | 0 | 04/18/2009 |
Mardi gras | 0 | 03/04/2009 |
Picture | 0 | 03/04/2009 |
Camp | 1 | 03/04/2009 |
Crys | 4 | 03/04/2009 |
tainted | 2 | 03/03/2009 |
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