Scars
Long after the lights
have gone out,
and the house is
asleep, I crawl
from my bed and
stare at the stars.
The thought that
we're both under
the same sky and
that our paths may
one day cross again
is the bandage that
hides the scars.
Scars
Long after the lights
have gone out,
and the house is
asleep, I crawl
from my bed and
stare at the stars.
The thought that
we're both under
the same sky and
that our paths may
one day cross again
is the bandage that
hides the scars.
09-20-2010
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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