Recovery
All the comprehension may fear
That soon emotions will be forgotten
And that no understanding is near
Till it’s dying, bleeding and rotten
Recovery of the stupid mind
It can be a moral constraint
With memories you’ll find
Without putting it under restraint
Doomed for failure
In clearly any area
Doomed to be insecure
Finding that annoying chimera
Removing yourself from places
Collecting words for an assault
Ducking away from all the faces
Replacing the problem, till it’s my fault
Pushing away the things I’ve kept along
Leaving no trace behind so you can’t read me
It made me care, it made me strong
And one day it will make me free
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Emotions: | Vrijdag, mei 02, 2003 18:58 |
| Mooi gedicht meiske!! Hou vast aan de ene dag..en onderdruk niet altijd je gevoelens. Je hebt er niemand mee behalve jezelf! Liefs, Danielle |
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| Auteur: sorriso promise | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 mei 2003 | ||
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