need sleep....
It's late, but bedtime hasn't come close yet,
I'm home alone again, no desire for my bed.
I am so tired of the whole day,
Everyone was running when I was trying to stay,
Everyone was standing still and I couldn't keep up,
They where shouting while I was praying they'd stop.
It was choas, in my mind and for my eyes,
Everyone was telling me all these lies.
Maybe they do were telling the truth,
I couldn't handle both: it had no use.
Here I am sitting again, drinking my sorrow away,
wandering should I run or should I stay...
What would they do if I'd run...?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zondag, mei 02, 2004 11:04 |
| Very nice again, A! Je werk is altijd heel luchtig en speels, maar toch serieus tegelijkertijd! I just love your style! Pls continue.. | |
| Oorlam: | Donderdag, april 29, 2004 00:00 |
| chill out & the future will be yours (zie je het een tegeltje boven de schouw?) | |
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| Auteur: April | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 april 2004 | ||
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