What?
What am I to you?
A friend?
Someone to spend time with when she’s not around?
I need to know.
I can’t take this cat-and-mouse anymore.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
MimixRose’s Poems (12)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It Hurts. | 0 | 04/13/2011 |
| Losing My Mind//Love | 0 | 02/16/2011 |
| Sensual | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
| What? | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
| Love. | 3 | 01/09/2011 |
| Line-By-Line Rant | 2 | 12/16/2010 |
| No. | 3 | 12/03/2010 |
| Untitled 2 | 1 | 12/03/2010 |
| Journies | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| God's Mistake | 5 | 12/01/2010 |
| Untitled 1 | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| Painter | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
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