Yesterday
Yesterday setting here with nothing to do but close my eyes and thank of you, your smiles so bright your eye's would shine im forever proud to call you mine, but now all I see is a cloud of gray I wish you were here like yesterday.
Yesterday
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
R.I.P | 0 | 04/21/2009 |
''SHORTENED DAY'S.'' | 0 | 04/19/2009 |
i knew from the biginning | 0 | 03/03/2009 |
Friend's | 0 | 02/27/2009 |
Yesterday | 0 | 02/26/2009 |
Garding Angle | 0 | 02/26/2009 |
Heaven | 1 | 02/25/2009 |
a loyal friend | 0 | 02/25/2009 |
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