SENSES AWAY
Girl you took my senses away,
You made me breathless.
Couldn’t find anything to say,
You made me speechless.
Today is known as Sunday,
You made me restless.
There will be problem today,
Because i will be sleepless.
To my bed to lay,
Thinking you are priceless.
STEPHEN OLUSEGUN BALOGUN 2009-06-05
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ARMOUR OF DEFENCE | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| SENSES AWAY | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| flash in a twinkle | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| struggling to write | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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