4 months
Stumbling down this path
Working against the clock
We bind like twine
Never letting the troubles unwind
The fibers that tie us
For without your
Smile
Smell
& Touch
It’s like playing a game without luck
Yet you’re my four leaf clover
Inspiring my every smile
For each moment I’m with you
Is one step closer
To my happily ever after
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In my head | 2 | 12/27/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| My Blissful Blasphmey | 2 | 11/04/2009 |
| They | 3 | 09/17/2009 |
| wishing | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sick | 4 | 09/13/2009 |
| I never wanted | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| good enough | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| to my bro | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Wolf | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Amazing | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Time ( the end) | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Need | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Deteriorating | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Gone | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| 4 months | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| one month | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Head aches | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| My slice of heaven | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
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