Edicius Red
A new feeling grows inside me
I can’t take away the black sky
To afraid to use new colours
Waving every tear goodbye
Razorblade thoughts beside me
Drops of dreams in these lies
The poisoned rain that bothers
My part-time heart that dies
The moon chased away the sun
Tell me when the sky stops falling
When I can let go of this eager gun
It hurts to know I’m crawling
Foolish pride has ruined the path before me
Hoping that I could turn back time
Know that I’m sorry
Reacties op dit gedicht
| BloodElf: | Dinsdag, april 20, 2004 17:03 |
| =) dat woordje heb ik al te vaak verkeerdom gebruikt.. Ieks, ik heb echt kippevel! Al vind ik die fictie alles minder eng maken... (niemand schrijft zonder er een deel van te "herkennen") Kus, |
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| Flu: | Dinsdag, april 20, 2004 16:20 |
| There's no need to be sorry, sometimes you make a mistake, it doesn't matter only if you think it does matter and you can't go on, then you can't, think about the sun, blue skies and green grass, let the darkness disappear..(btw great poem, amazing!!) | |
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| Auteur: Marble | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 april 2004 | ||
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