Slice
Stinging burning misery
The tiniest slice makes for a river of pain
Please take this from me
Look me in the eyes
Tell me it’ll go away
Tell me you love me
Tell me it’ll all be ok
Then take me by the hand
And say you’re the only one I want
Then I know you mean it
I’ll be forever yours
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Slice | 0 | 01/31/2010 |
| Give us life again | 0 | 01/31/2010 |
| Don't Go. | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| I was so sure | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
| This is How it Ends | 0 | 03/11/2009 |
| goodbye, | 1 | 03/11/2009 |
| Alexander, | 0 | 03/11/2009 |
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