BEING REAL
Can somebody love me if I don't love myself?
Can somebody trust me if I don't trust at all?
Can somebody lean on me if I don't heal?
Can somebody grow with me if I don't want to grow?
The answer to most of us is probalbly no,
but the solution is easy-
Let God save your soul!
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Poetry is for reading | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| Somebody Cares | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| Beautiful Flower | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Bleeding Heart | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Devoted Love | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Proud Flower | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Tomorrow's Gift | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| God's Rose | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| BEING REAL | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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