~~empty pages was all I found~~
Feel me, heal me, love me,
hate me, shoot me
Like they all do
From where came this pain?
From where came this unforgetable hate?
where are you when I need you
when I prefer to give up
where are the fields of roses
filled with a sun and laughing
children...
Where do I feel your hand in mine?
so tell me, is this my life?
a life I hate, a life that
another would kill?
so what the hell am I doing here
there are no fields of roses here
...
even I searched through the world
all I found, were empty pages
pages that cut like knifes.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| April: | Zondag, maart 21, 2004 20:02 |
| Zucht... nice poem. beautifully written by a searching soul. Good luck, I hope you'll find what you are looking for: in the meanwhile, I will read and enjoy all your creations... grtz A,- |
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| Auteur: malchik | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 maart 2004 | ||
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