TIME
As I sit here thinking
about you I wonder what
you think of me
I feel alot of things for you
I could sit here and cry as
I try not to feel these things for you
but the time is just not
the right time
Listening to my heart
it just doesn't seem
to be so deep for me
Someday it will be
the right time for you and me
until that day comes I'll let it be
08-19-2009
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lost Love | 3 | 09/11/2009 |
| A Husband | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| My beautyful baby | 4 | 08/22/2009 |
| Today | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| The Tree | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| Behind the mask | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| Thank You | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| Confusion | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| If You Ever Need Me | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| Why | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| Now That I Found You | 2 | 08/19/2009 |
| Friend Of Mine | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| In your Eyes | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 08/19/2009 |
| TIME | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
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