Lullaby Baby
When the light
goes out, and I'm
All alone, I think
Of you. Your the
Warmpth that
Spreads from my
Heart to my toes
And my fingers.
Your the light that
Chaces the bad
Away. You're my
Lullaby, baby.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
| Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
| Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
| Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
| Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
| Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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