My Rock
My rock was my angel
She stayed by my side
As bold and beautiful as me
She was always down to ride
My rock was my wife
She was also my bestfriend
As caring and loving as a goddess
Eyes you'd get lost in.
My rock started to chip
and what was I to do
She chipped and chipped
away it changed all I knew
My rock was my angel
So I brung her to my level
I put her in a shining light
and realized my rock was a
pebble.
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It's cool | 0 | 01/08/2011 |
| Of You | 0 | 01/05/2011 |
| It's Like | 0 | 01/05/2011 |
| My Rock | 0 | 07/22/2009 |
| Nobody | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| end of the day | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Trapped | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| Wish | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Apology | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Summer | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
| It's me tell me what you think | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| Soul- Steeler | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
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