OLD DAYS
As I start to eminence on this hot day,
I remember how we used to sweat,
Now I miss when you were the one I used to undress,
Now I don’t take my time like I did my first time,
I don’t close my eyes because I have no feelings inside,
All u see is a grown man cry when he knows you’re not mine,
He goes back to an empty life full of lies,
He knows he had a beautiful life,
Alone he should continue his life until he dies.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Holy name | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| Lust | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| 35er | 0 | 07/04/2013 |
| HOT DAY | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| UR NAME | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| soon | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| ONLY ME | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| LIFE | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| FAR AWAY | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| QUESTION | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| STANDING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| SUN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| DROWNING | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| I | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DEMONS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST N FOUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GREEN | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| FRIEND | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| AROUND | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| ANGEL | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| THE ROSE RING | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| BIG DADDY | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| NAME | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| ALL YOU | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO ME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| GOLD | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| OLD DAYS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LEARN | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WISH | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| LOST | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| DREAMS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| A+J | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| WOMAN OF MY DREAM | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TO GOD MY LIGHT | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| KISS | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| TIME | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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