untitled February, 1982
The feelings that
are locked within
you never can untie
for, if you pull a crooked string
your heart will surely die
I cannot bring
a love to that
so pure, so true, alive
for every string
is a crooked string
your heart will surely die
jademelissa74 commented on untitled February, 1982
08-12-2009
08/12/2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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