one month
As the rain drops wash it all away
Fear seems to escape
Left with this whole hearted feeling
Complete for the very first time
Like shoe laces we intertwine
Still in your eyes as the time speeds by
Attached
For like sand I can’t fully grasp you
Only ask for some kind of forever
As you hold the key to this heart
Just try not to break this fragile soul
As we become one
Like a song and its rhyme
Like the birds and there chime
We seem to fly
Like rain drops we fall in harmony
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| In my head | 2 | 12/27/2009 |
| Cursed | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| My Blissful Blasphmey | 2 | 11/04/2009 |
| They | 3 | 09/17/2009 |
| wishing | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Sick | 4 | 09/13/2009 |
| I never wanted | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| good enough | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| to my bro | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Wolf | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Amazing | 1 | 08/25/2009 |
| Time ( the end) | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Need | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Deteriorating | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
| Gone | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| 4 months | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
| one month | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Head aches | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| My slice of heaven | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
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