To my diary...
You carry my world upon your shoulder.
From very young,untill today,and when I am older.
Dealing with my anger.
Setting me free,making me feel like the person I want to be.
Just taking every word I say,
Making me forget the way I felt yesterday.
Listening to the dreams and wishes I desire.
You hear it all,
but if you'd really understand the things being said...
You would turn to a hell of fire!
From very young,untill today,and when I am older.
Dealing with my anger.
Setting me free,making me feel like the person I want to be.
Just taking every word I say,
Making me forget the way I felt yesterday.
Listening to the dreams and wishes I desire.
You hear it all,
but if you'd really understand the things being said...
You would turn to a hell of fire!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Firebolt: | Zaterdag, februari 17, 2001 16:31 |
| Mooi, hoor.... je manier van schrijven...(of is het denken?) bevalt mij wel..!! | |
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| Auteur: KungFuCandy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 februari 2001 | ||
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