the hunter
When I fall asleep
I see him in my dreams
The hunter,looking for his prey
and that prey is me..
I keep on running
From the ghost of my past
But someday ,I have to face
What he has done to me
I know I can do it
But I'm affraid to try
I keep wondering why
he had to hurt me so bad
It makes me so mad
that when I fall asleep
he is there again
the hunter,looking for his prey
When will it not be me?
I see him in my dreams
The hunter,looking for his prey
and that prey is me..
I keep on running
From the ghost of my past
But someday ,I have to face
What he has done to me
I know I can do it
But I'm affraid to try
I keep wondering why
he had to hurt me so bad
It makes me so mad
that when I fall asleep
he is there again
the hunter,looking for his prey
When will it not be me?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Yonathan: | Maandag, april 16, 2001 01:13 |
| hee.. doet me denken aan mijn "demons"... het verleden is zo'n vervelend iets af en toe... mooie vergelijking in een mooi gedicht :) | |
| Benjamin de Rooy: | Vrijdag, april 06, 2001 00:37 |
| Imagining what he is done to you, Makes me very blue, And makes me want to do him things that are so bad, That thinking about it makes me sad. Mooi zusje! Schrijf het van je af liefie! Kusje, Ben |
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