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.
A dying angel, bleeds to death, On the corner of broad way, while the rich man slept.
The man dreams of a forest in which he is lost.
The angel get sick, but has no money. So she gets nothing at all.
Her mother got murdered while her father left to find his wealth. But forgot the
real treasure and that is his daughter who he is missing.