Recovery
Rain, rain, come today
pain away
stain away
Thump, thump, goes my heart
jump start
lumps start
Rain, rain, from my eyes
painful lies
useless lies
Stop, stop, went my heart
dropped part
my poor heart
Recovery
Rain, rain, come today
pain away
stain away
Thump, thump, goes my heart
jump start
lumps start
Rain, rain, from my eyes
painful lies
useless lies
Stop, stop, went my heart
dropped part
my poor heart
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Fight with the world | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
dayly doubts | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
equal ground | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Dead and Gone | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Recovery | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Broken Rebel | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Unfortunate Passtime | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
When these AREN"T my Lonely days | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Broken | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
Simplicity | 2 | 06/02/2009 |
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