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Eva Kirby Poems
why is it that when I cant find something, the first thing I do is cry? I know I'm a human being, just trying to get by.
Whatever happens, happens.
You never know what is to come or how your going to get there. The truth can bring you out of glum, or make everything seem fair.
I used to dream of eyes so blue And loving arms to hold me. I used to dream of heroic knights And how gracious they would be.
The Confusing End
She doesn't know why, She tells all these lies. She needs an escape, so she lays down and cries.
Comments about Eva Kirby
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
why is it that when I cant find something,
the first thing I do is cry?
I know I'm a human being,
just trying to get by.
I need to find my book,
I have already tried and looked.
Its no where in sight,
I have looked everywhere light.
The only thing to do,
Is listen to my heart.
And then i found i knew,
where to look from the start.