Help
Help me Lord,
I am bored,
I can't talk,
All I can do is walk,
Help me Lord,
I can't look,
In my book,
I love,
As much as a dove,
I hate as little as a stake,
Help me Lord!!!
Help
08-20-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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To Whom It May Concern | 2 | 12/16/2009 |
Honesty | 2 | 12/16/2009 |
Unknown | 8 | 09/21/2009 |
Her2 | 4 | 08/28/2009 |
The Unknown | 6 | 08/26/2009 |
It's All About You, | 10 | 08/26/2009 |
Family Love | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
Death | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
Not naming, bc it's an ex... N i am taking care of her privacy.... | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
My Thoughts On Life... | 7 | 08/20/2009 |
If You Care | 6 | 08/19/2009 |
Dear God | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
Names | 4 | 08/19/2009 |
Help | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
Life #2 | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
Her | 5 | 08/19/2009 |
Hurt and Pain | 8 | 08/19/2009 |
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