*UNTITLED*
MY HEART IS BROKEN,
SUCH PAIN I HAVE RECEIVED,
THE ONE I'M WITH TRICKED ME,
I HAVE BEEN DECEIVED,
SITTING UP LATE IN MY ROOM,
CRYING, TEARS IN MY EYES,
YOU SAY THAT YOU CARE ABOUT ME,
BUT YOU KEEP TELLING ME LIES,
IN THE BEGINNING I WAS FULL OF DOUBTS,
ALONG WITH MY MANY FEARS,
NOW IN THE END I HAVE THAT,
ALONG WITH MY MANY FEARS.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ~THANKS~ | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
| IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
| *UNTITLED* | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| SWEET GOODBYE | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| AS I OPEN MY EYES | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
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