Remining myself to move forward.
No Longer
No longer waiting on you
No longer will I feel blue
No longer wondering what to do.
No longer, no longer.
My eyes will not cry
No voice to say bye bye.
Release my heart to begin a new start.
No longer will I. No longer will I.
Speak the words of doubt
Stick out my lips and pout
Or, feel sorry.
No longer , No longer
No longer waiting on you.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| On Christmas | 0 | 12/23/2013 |
| Missing Pieces | 0 | 12/15/2013 |
| Like Glass | 0 | 04/22/2013 |
| Beauty is in the Mirror | 1 | 09/08/2012 |
| Blinded by my Senses. | 1 | 06/25/2012 |
| MBS | 1 | 09/13/2011 |
| ....in store. | 0 | 10/18/2009 |
| No Longer | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| A Lovers Text | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| alive | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| NOT MINE | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| OOH!! | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| Male Reflection | 2 | 02/22/2009 |
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