that little girl in me
Yesterday i ask’t myself,
Where would i be tomorrow,
Would I be safe inside my shelf,
Or running for the future,
Would I be waiting for good things to come,
Or would I be crying for my life,
Would I be proud of things I have done,
My yesterday that I desribe,
Tomorrow is today now,
I wonder where I am,
Am I here or am I there,
Am I just a shadow in life,
If you can see me,
And even hear my voice,
Will you tell me what you see,
What am I,
People staring at me all the time,
The pass me by and out of the crowd,
There comes a little child to me,
And asks me: what do you see,
What must I answer???
I see the blood come out of her vains,
I see the tears in her eyes,
And everything that has happened she blaims,
At herself, also all the lies,
Suddenly I start to realise,
Who that girl might be,
It makes me strong to fight back,
Because the shadows , the memories, the girl,
There all ‘me’
Where would i be tomorrow,
Would I be safe inside my shelf,
Or running for the future,
Would I be waiting for good things to come,
Or would I be crying for my life,
Would I be proud of things I have done,
My yesterday that I desribe,
Tomorrow is today now,
I wonder where I am,
Am I here or am I there,
Am I just a shadow in life,
If you can see me,
And even hear my voice,
Will you tell me what you see,
What am I,
People staring at me all the time,
The pass me by and out of the crowd,
There comes a little child to me,
And asks me: what do you see,
What must I answer???
I see the blood come out of her vains,
I see the tears in her eyes,
And everything that has happened she blaims,
At herself, also all the lies,
Suddenly I start to realise,
Who that girl might be,
It makes me strong to fight back,
Because the shadows , the memories, the girl,
There all ‘me’
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Ben-ja-min: | Donderdag, juni 12, 2003 13:35 |
| mooi en pijnlijk | |
| Wim Meeus: | Woensdag, december 18, 2002 00:10 |
| What I see are words, sentences and poems that are all screaming for help. What I see is a girl with a life just passing by without living in it. Take your past ... spit it out ... and live your life. A good talk, shoulders to cry and arms to protect ... That's what you need, and that's what you deserve. Aangrijpend en mooi gedicht. XXXXX en knuffff Groetjes van Wim |
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| eddy daemen: | Dinsdag, december 17, 2002 23:04 |
| let the child live in you only you can hear him nobody else will listen to hear her scream.... | |
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| Auteur: unknowngirl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 december 2002 | ||
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