Her
We have no memories,
though you remember her
more than you do me
Am I,
just another
as you wait for her?
You loved her more,
You trusted her more,
Will you ever move on?
When I walk down the aisle
Will you see her,
in the white wedding gown?
Do you see putting a ring
on her finger,
and saying your vows to her?
Will she be the one,
you say I do to?
Do you want to spend your life,
with her,
or me?
wolfinlove commented on Her
12-01-2009
wolfinlove commented on Her
12-01-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Death in Love | 1 | 07/25/2010 |
| The Rush of Lust | 1 | 01/14/2010 |
| Broken | 0 | 01/02/2010 |
| To Thee | 1 | 12/09/2009 |
| Feed | 2 | 12/02/2009 |
| Her | 2 | 12/01/2009 |
| My Bond | 2 | 11/28/2009 |
| Happy Anniversary | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| My Hunger | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| A Chance | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| Realize | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| My Love | 2 | 11/28/2009 |
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