Picture's
I just wanted you to know.
That she still holds
A picture of you
Really close.
She holds it
To where no one
Else can see.
She keeps it locked
Away from people
Like you and me.
But when she's
feeling blue,
And her memories
Come back to you.
She'll hold that picture
In her hand
And wonder.
What happened to
That man...
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Can I Keep You | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| My love For You | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| Picture's | 1 | 08/01/2009 |
| Sleep Babies Sleep | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| My Mom's Hair | 0 | 08/01/2009 |
| Close At Heart | 0 | 07/29/2009 |
| My Writing | 1 | 07/29/2009 |
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