missing you
My eyes are longing to see your face My lips are calling for your taste My fingers need to feel your skin I feel I am burning from with in so please come and put this fire out before I die and this love fizzles out.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| poetry | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
| cold and white brings me delight | 1 | 12/07/2009 |
| Angel | 0 | 12/08/2009 |
| missing you | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Dream | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Key | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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