tyrone allen Poems
|2.||Heaven Or Hell||7/29/2009|
|4.||Poem From My Heart Called The Lady On The Bus.||7/29/2009|
|5.||A Poem For My Dad.||7/29/2009|
|6.||You Loved Me While I Was Blind.||7/29/2009|
|8.||A Long Time On This Road.||8/4/2009|
|9.||What Could Be Worst.||9/23/2009|
|10.||Write A Dream About A Poem.||9/23/2009|
|12.||In The Rain I Became Clean.||9/28/2009|
|13.||Last Time I Was Me.||6/27/2010|
|17.||Beast I Have Become.||7/29/2009|
|18.||A Born Gymnast||7/29/2009|
|19.||Daughter Of Mine||7/29/2009|
|20.||Know How To Treat A Woman.||7/29/2009|
|21.||A Mothers Tear||7/29/2009|
Comments about tyrone allen
She is so pretty never the less. from her head to her toe she is so bless.
Her swag is so calm. Beauty undeniable, even her mean streak be also likable. When i'am around her i get so shy, but when iam writing poetry is when i speak that make the heart go wow.
Will i ever say it to her face. Can my shyness be shattered or will destiny follow a path and make my heart any sadder.
Can i speak without a studder and say whats on my mind.
So this feeling won't hover. If she really knew, she might say yes. But who knows emotions sometime don't follow the rules.
Beast I Have Become.
How can someone love a beast which only can be tamed by love.
How can one mind, make such a conclusion. That beast with human is such a rare confusion.
But the beast is sweet, so sweet. Love is just a portion when you meet. What do you feel, how could you love what thrive off the moon. Hunting at night and then sleeping at noon.
Emotions cover up death and give you a cold and unwanted sleep. Could the beauty ever be a with a beast. Could life find beauty in which destruction keep.