next to me...
you told in rushes of hurry
that you had cried
for the misery in the life we share
you told in endless sentences
the world had fallen on your shoulders
and you should carry it alone
you hit me in lasting discussions
about who was right and wrong
but it all ended when I was silent
and ran the air out of my body
you made me fall
and tear my knees in the ashes
of your never resting critisism...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, augustus 15, 2003 11:11 |
| Wauw, "nice style"! Goe gedaan! | |
| Sheena: | Dinsdag, juli 29, 2003 23:57 |
| autch ... op het randje van sentiment buig je over naar pure pijn ... bijzonder graag gelezen. Sheena |
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| aphrodite: | Dinsdag, juli 29, 2003 22:12 |
| zo mooi... But I guess you already knew I fell in love with your poems! Veel sterkte Dikke kus en knuff Katrien ...xxx... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Robski | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 juli 2003 | ||
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