You always seem to find yourself
Wherever you don't want to be
You never miss any body failure
In every mirror that you see
You're always in the biggest rainstorm
And nothing seems to be favoring you
You feel like you'll end up doing wrong
With really everything you do
You wish you could run away from yourself
Hide behind the trees
Where you can forget about every 'mistake'
You feel everybody sees
But hiding isn't always gonna work
So take a breath and go for attack
Sometimes you just have to look in that mirror
To find the wings hidden on your back
Wicked Soul: | Dinsdag, november 09, 2004 18:28 |
Nou, das er weer zo eentje waar je "ik" als thema zou mogen bijzetten... Omdat je em voor jezelf ook moet lezen. :) You're a little angel, although you don't know it yourself (yet), because you didn't take a good look in the mirror probably... And you didn't see your own wings. Vast hele zachte pluimpjes... ;) Fantastisch gedicht (alweer, tja, wat kan ik nog meer zeggen? Je blijft maar geweldig schrijven) Neem straks een kijkje in de spiegel. En als je je vleugeltjes niet |
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Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 06 november 2004 | ||
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