My Life
I feel funny,
somewhat strange.
A weird feeling,
like i’m in a cage.
Tightened up,
by all these things.
Keeping me inside,
keeping me from free wings.
The wings I sometimes need,
to live a happy life.
Sorry about that,
but it helps me feel alive.
The things,
I really shouldn’t do.
Make me feel good,
but also very blue.
I’m confused,
I don’t know why.
It’s creepy,
and it makes me cry.
Besides those,
there are other things.
They make me happy,
and give me those wings.
Writing poems,
is definately one of them.
It makes me happy,
feeling special and loving Him.
Now I realise,
that these rules are what I need.
To be happy,
and help me breathe.
I thank Him,
for giving me this talent.
I cherish it,
for it was send.
jorinka: | Dinsdag, maart 08, 2005 15:51 |
Eeejh lee-anne! Ik bedank hem ook..want als jij niet sow mooi kon schrijven..had ik jouw mooie gedichten niet kunnen lezen! Je hebt egt een speciaal talent..:D !Mooi gedaan! xxx Liefs Jorinka |
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Auteur: Lianne van Kesteren | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 maart 2005 | ||
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