speak
regretting spoken words
Didn't meant to hurt you
regretting things done
didn't meant to loose
the only thing I love
regretting that silence
is upon us
speak to me
like you once did
it fucking hurts
it takes me every day
a bit more
if fucking hurts
it takes me every day
a bit more
the consequences
of my spoken demons
that took you
why must it be this way
asking myself every day
when I look back
to times spent
with you
it fucking hurts
this silence
what is taken me
every day
a bit more
please notice me
like you did before
SPEAK
Reacties op dit gedicht
| sick suicide: | Woensdag, juni 02, 2004 18:09 |
| heel mooi:) | |
| nijntjepluis : | Woensdag, juni 02, 2004 16:07 |
| Ik heb je gedichtjes eens gelezen, zitten erg mooie tussen! Ga zo door zou ik zo zeggen... liefs, |
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| Auteur: downheart | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 juni 2004 | ||
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