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trying to block my memories
hopeing it was an evil fantasy
ignoring all the pain it brought me
wishing i could forget it all
why has fate cursed me with my past
a life that is hard and so cruel
maybe one day the world would know
all these dark secrets i hold
life has never worked out pleasently
in my future i see a rougher road
my skys are very dark and grey
and only strains of light shine through
hopefully one day my life will be a new
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My feelings for/of you | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| my crossroads | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| in public | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| ASCENDING | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| dark secrets | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My hurting heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| to you from me | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My Heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Beautiful Sad | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| in my mind | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| kiss, hug, and goodbye | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Help!! | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| An Ending | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Long time | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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