The Struckle
You give me so much love
Pleasure from the highest level
But pain is hiding inside of me
Anger and sadness also come with you
Growing and growing
Is…
My love…
My pain…
My love for you
Satisfied
Perfect from the outside
So smooth
But it’s rotting from the inside out
Burning all my organs away
Treeing to break free
No stay inside and die
I want to be what they think I am
I want to have what they think it is
So stay inside
So say inside
Pleasure from the highest level
But pain is hiding inside of me
Anger and sadness also come with you
Growing and growing
Is…
My love…
My pain…
My love for you
Satisfied
Perfect from the outside
So smooth
But it’s rotting from the inside out
Burning all my organs away
Treeing to break free
No stay inside and die
I want to be what they think I am
I want to have what they think it is
So stay inside
So say inside
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Astro: | Vrijdag, april 25, 2003 09:56 |
| Allereerst een heel mooi gedicht!! Een paar spelfoutjes... Treeing=Trying...(toch?) Struckle (naam van het gedicht)= Struggle...neem ik aan. Maaruh echt toppie dichterskunst hoor!! Keep on doin' the good stuff!! |
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| Auteur: Ben-ja-min | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 april 2003 | ||
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