Sleep of the Waking Loneliness
Hear the pain coming up
In the mind i speak empty
Hold the promise tight
In the lies I gave softly
Inside the fear I cried
Tears mend nothing
I still feel your forced touches
My broken heart is to be murdered
The looseness I win all the time
The love I break even today
It’s just that I’m like a total misfit
Not to be loved in a missing verse
I hold my hands up
To reach for the stars
Just to let them now in heaven
I can be a sleeping spark of tears
I hold the tears
Running in the bloodstains
Silently crawling thru your lies
It’s My Sleep of the Waking Loneliness
Reacties op dit gedicht
| 13 candles: | Zondag, mei 16, 2004 14:02 |
| hey hey, very nice...........still holding handjes, ook al laat ik niet vaak meer iets van me horen....komt wel weer......love and luck .. XXXXX |
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| ~Reality~: | Zondag, mei 16, 2004 12:08 |
| Oooow elfje you're never ever alone in your life. *Hold you in Silence* And elfje... YOU'RE DEFINATLY NOT NOT NOT A MISFIT! Kuwsje, FrozenSilence |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: FrozenScar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 mei 2004 | ||
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