How I feel.
If you ask me how I feel,
I don't know what to say.
My mind is not honest to me,
not in anykind of way.
I know what I want,
but I'm trying to hide.
Understanding that I not feel comfort,
with you by my side.
I'm so sorry to say,
that I can't help you.
My mind is so strict,
it forbids the things I do.
Do I have to fight my mind,
just to make you feel fine?
I know I have my problems,
yes you ret that right. They are MINE.
I don't know what to say.
My mind is not honest to me,
not in anykind of way.
I know what I want,
but I'm trying to hide.
Understanding that I not feel comfort,
with you by my side.
I'm so sorry to say,
that I can't help you.
My mind is so strict,
it forbids the things I do.
Do I have to fight my mind,
just to make you feel fine?
I know I have my problems,
yes you ret that right. They are MINE.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ***engeltjuh***: | Vrijdag, januari 09, 2004 16:55 |
| hoi lieverd zal ook even op 1 van jou gedichten reageren. vind het op zich al knap dat je in het engels dicht. een mooi geschreven gedicht. en ik hoop dat ik later nog wat gedichten van je zal mogen lezen. kus gerjan |
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| Auteur: Ramonaaaaa | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 06 december 2003 | ||
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