Where were you?
Where were you?
In my darkest hour.
When I needed you the most?
Where were you?
When I was in the pits of depression?
When I felt like I was drowning?
Where were you?
When I was crying myself to sleep?
When I need someone to
hold me and tell me
I would be ok?
Where were you?
When I needed someone
to tell me they loved me?
When I needed someone to help
put my heart back together?
Where were you?
Mom,
Where were you?
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06-30-2009
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I just dont get it. | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Before and After | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Feelings for him | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| you and me | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Where were you? | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| Love and Pain | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
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