Why
I tried to fly
But now my wings are broken
Now all I do is cry
Woe is me
Please don't leave without saying goodbye
Why must flowers die
Why do we hide our feelings when we love
I want to fly like a dove
I know I would fit like a glove with you
Why are my eyes clouded
How could i have doubted
Your feelings for me
It cant be
Is it
Why can't we believe
You and I are meant to be
Why?
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Feeling | 0 | 11/16/2015 |
| My Prince | 0 | 11/16/2015 |
| One | 1 | 10/01/2013 |
| Why | 0 | 10/01/2013 |
| Love is the greatest | 0 | 08/01/2013 |
| The Way | 1 | 07/21/2013 |
| The Light | 2 | 06/05/2013 |
| Raging Waters | 0 | 06/05/2013 |
| Springtime | 0 | 04/11/2013 |
| Our Time | 3 | 01/15/2012 |
| My First Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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