Smiling, smiling, smile from ear to ear...
Laughing, too loud if you ask me,
It all comes out of fear,
I know I should not be.
No I am really fine if you'd might wonder,
I just have this bad headache,
which I am suffering under,
How could you know it's all fake?
I am just tired and need to be alone,
Just feel a bit sad,
Of all that is happened and is said...
First of all a funeral on my birthday,
I really don't know what to say,
I want to be there for my best friend,
I want to support him till the end...
And so much trouble on my mind,
Searching for a quiet place,
where I can cut and unwind,
And leave my tears without a trace.
But it's really no fun at all,
It's like experiencing a free fall...
Thought I am not sure my parachute is there to lift,
Maybe somebody could give it to me as a gift ...
after all: it is my birthday tomorrow...
| Es: | Zaterdag, april 24, 2004 09:33 |
| Lieve April, enorm veel sterkte......Moet echt heel verwarrend zijn.... XXX Es |
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| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, april 23, 2004 22:22 |
| Auch..niet zo'n leuke verjaardag, maar wel een leuk gedichtje ;) Maar probeer er toch het beste van te maken hé, morge!..Happy Birthday, April! | |
| Auteur: April | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 april 2004 | ||
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