The Start
Never in a million years would I see you by my side The red in my cheeks I don't know how to hide You on my bed, me on your chest It doesn't feel like my heart will ever rest I love your hand on my finger tips And how you didn't have to purse your lips How three hours can fly by With a movies lullabies I love how you blush around a piece of gum It makes kissing you much more funPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
JennieAllers’s Poems (7)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Psycho | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Don't want be alone | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| The Start | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Our | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Real Love | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Earthquake | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| 4:00 a.m. | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
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