No, I don’t feel lonely.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
Why do you think
I would?
No, I don’t feel lonely,
though I’m losing
so many friends.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
I learned to have fun
on my own.
No, I don’t feel lonely,
even though
you’re always gone.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
I never need
a serious talk.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
So why, do you think,
did I write this poem?
Why do you think
I would?
No, I don’t feel lonely,
though I’m losing
so many friends.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
I learned to have fun
on my own.
No, I don’t feel lonely,
even though
you’re always gone.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
I never need
a serious talk.
No, I don’t feel lonely.
So why, do you think,
did I write this poem?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| White Nightmare: | Dinsdag, december 07, 2004 19:27 |
| Echt heel herkenbaar | |
| Nathan: | Woensdag, mei 12, 2004 01:09 |
Je bent echt niet alleen! |
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| PoetMir: | Dinsdag, mei 11, 2004 19:41 |
| lekker cynisch.. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Stefaniatje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 mei 2004 | ||
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