Happines
I thought i was happy being in your arms now i don't know, if there's no happiness there's
nothing, nothing at all, you
don't seem to be happy,
why are you here? I crave happiness not emptyness not pain
give me more or i am out the door
happiness of course!!
08-27-2009
04/12/2010
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| test | 0 | 10/31/2011 |
| Broken Silence of love | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Surrender | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| FAKE | 1 | 04/12/2010 |
| Loved through his soul | 0 | 04/12/2010 |
| Annoyed | 0 | 04/12/2010 |
| Twisted :):):):);) | 1 | 04/12/2010 |
| Unbearable | 0 | 04/11/2010 |
| Happines | 1 | 08/23/2009 |
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