by Lynn Anderson Feb 2, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Sometimes a word has been lost and unspoken. A letter never written. Lost to my eyes is uncared and under. Under my feet is everything once lost with retreat. You may say your a winner, or nothing even close. Forget this my friend. You cannot mend my heart. I start to feel ashamed, as I have loved but no one gained. No one to try to have been comfort. Nothing to keep me sain. I love to feel unaware at my heart your teeth have teared. Forgive my blankness. Forgive me because I do, try to put my pain onto you. |
by martha shaw
You write good poems but maybe you should put in paragraphs or under one another sentences. that way a reader could really understand the flow of the poem. |
by Princess09
Hey, |