Can a rake reform his ways and truly love? Lizzie's head tells her one thing, her heart another.
Infamous rake and Corinthian, Maxim Beaufort, Earl of St. Ive, ..
City Scene (Poetry) - 1/15/2007 10:06:16 AM
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
Save Me (Poetry) - 1/15/2007 10:05:05 AM
Oh sister I think I know this feeling!!
Love Tinka
Save Me (Poetry) - 1/15/2007 9:55:00 AM
With the words of sincerity this poem reaches out and there are always friends on here to share. We all need someone to share our thoughts.
fee
City Scene (Poetry) - 1/15/2007 9:51:48 AM
After being away to PEI farm country for four days and then returning to my city home this poem could have been written by me. Well done.
fee
City Scene (Poetry) - 1/15/2007 5:38:30 AM
Sarah,
Your thoughts in this poem remind me of mine when I was younger. I now live in the burbs of a city and still dread the days that I have to go there for anything. It can be a rat-race. Nice write.
City Scene (Poetry) - 1/14/2007 11:09:00 PM
Reminds me of Baker Street lyrics, in which Jerry Rapherty sang... this city desert makes you feel so cold... so many people but it's got no soul.
By dropping the last five lines, your piece will make a more powerful impact. Sometimes it's what you leave out.
The Clock (Poetry) - 1/7/2007 10:37:20 AM
So very true...and NOTHING can stop that ticking of time even if your battries fail...time still goes on!!
Love Tinka
