..read my vains..
my breathing stopped
in rushes of anger
felt suppressed
in al the ways that show
vains cut trough
to find the source of sadness
pierced my head down
took a look underneath
find that the love
is not lost in my hunger
my urge for rest
keeps up with my blame
I was too drunck to see you
blood was spoiled
as I ran off
embrace me with your touches
for I am not dead
I'm just feeling sorry
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Thuringwethil : | Donderdag, februari 26, 2004 09:54 |
| geweldig geschreven.. | |
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, februari 25, 2004 19:50 |
| Very nice again... | |
| *Cheseri*: | Woensdag, februari 25, 2004 17:55 |
| diepdenker... die naam doet je eer toe;) mooi geschreven! liefs pricilla |
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 februari 2004 | ||
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