Loneliness
Light get dem outside my window. And my heart bet slow like a weeping .My mind think thing that could only happen in my dreams a sign of loneliness could it be or my mind could be just playing tricks on me.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Loneliness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Sadness | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| ''Miss Understood'' | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
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