Shine
Pray that I don't fall too far
Reaching for the stars
Pull one down for you
Brighten your world for you
Brightest star would never do
Your eyes out shine the sun
No where I can run
I've come undone
Shine
Pray that I don't fall too far
Reaching for the stars
Pull one down for you
Brighten your world for you
Brightest star would never do
Your eyes out shine the sun
No where I can run
I've come undone
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Misty Eye Disease | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
Poetry My Mistress | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
Lift My Eyes | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
Shine | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
Weep | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
Echos | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
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