Emotions
Who am I?
Am I hacked?
Or am I a fighter?
I really don't know.
Maybe it's for show.
No that's not who I am ..
But then I think damn!
All these emotions,
Reach out like oceans
All these feelings,
All these dealings,
You can catch them like the flue
They stick like glue
I wanna get away
Someday
I'll find myself again
But the question is When?
Am I hacked?
Or am I a fighter?
I really don't know.
Maybe it's for show.
No that's not who I am ..
But then I think damn!
All these emotions,
Reach out like oceans
All these feelings,
All these dealings,
You can catch them like the flue
They stick like glue
I wanna get away
Someday
I'll find myself again
But the question is When?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| christina: | Woensdag, december 24, 2003 20:33 |
| die dag komt en meestal eerder dan je denkt fijne kerst |
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| Auteur: chloe bal | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 december 2003 | ||
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