the lie i told
the lie i told,
came from my soul,
though there is none left from what i sold,
and my hate for truth made me bold,
i will never forget the disaster that turned my life to a fold.
the lie i told
the lie i told,
came from my soul,
though there is none left from what i sold,
and my hate for truth made me bold,
i will never forget the disaster that turned my life to a fold.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
the virgin i am | 1 | 08/30/2009 |
i prayed you come my way | 0 | 08/29/2009 |
ma papa chimney man | 0 | 08/29/2009 |
life | 0 | 08/28/2009 |
the lie i told | 0 | 08/28/2009 |
i wish it comes back | 0 | 08/28/2009 |
when i raise my voice | 1 | 08/28/2009 |
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