You
January 16, 2008
You helped me see
that their is more
then one right guy.
You are the reason
I live.
You see me
the way no one else does.
You make me laugh,
you make me smile,
until my jaw hurts.
I couldn't imagine life
without seeing
your bright smiling face.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| untitled | 0 | 08/23/2010 |
| Friends | 0 | 06/22/2009 |
| Us | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| You | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Singing | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Music = Life | 1 | 05/30/2009 |
| Love of my life | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Haters | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Always and Forever | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Hearts and Love | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| I can't believe | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Kristin Marie-Elizabe th Moses |
0 | 05/27/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| School | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Wasted Time | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
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