under the stunning moon
You tremble
As your soul lie naked
Upon the dark
Restless under the stunning moon
The paleness of your soft skin
Turns into an excited red color
As you are confused
By what your dark eyes have seen
The same smell as before
The same music as used to
The same pathetic romance
Lingers in a neglected bedroom
Neurotic hands keep moving
Keep changing
What can’t be undone
The broken pieces of the mirror
Had cut a window in that lonely soul
…Once…
When the memories didn’t dry up on the wall
And apathy sunk into the ground…
…No one cared…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Oorlam: | Woensdag, februari 18, 2004 13:13 |
| ..sfeertje, sfeertje.. mooi! aai, |
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| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, februari 17, 2004 20:05 |
| Wauw! Prachtig!!!! Echt héél mooi! Vind ik één van je mooiste! Echt fantastisch! Keep writing! ;) | |
