yelling is a sound
yelling is a sound
nothing more than that
allthough I know a lot of words
none I am allowed to express
words formed by visions
from a circle in a frame
feeling really akward
some expression in a face
what’s this feeling
this feeling I denie
making it possible
staring through one eye
maybe it’s helpfull
it’ll get me back on track
possible beauty
pure beauty of a wreck
maybe it’s powerfull
this thing I can’t define
probably nothing
empty expectations that I’ll find
In no particular mind
love in the depth
it sais all I get is pain
cause all the love that’s in me
is a circle in a frame
nothing more than that
allthough I know a lot of words
none I am allowed to express
words formed by visions
from a circle in a frame
feeling really akward
some expression in a face
what’s this feeling
this feeling I denie
making it possible
staring through one eye
maybe it’s helpfull
it’ll get me back on track
possible beauty
pure beauty of a wreck
maybe it’s powerfull
this thing I can’t define
probably nothing
empty expectations that I’ll find
In no particular mind
love in the depth
it sais all I get is pain
cause all the love that’s in me
is a circle in a frame
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *hush*: | Woensdag, juni 23, 2004 17:16 |
| heej! volgens mij heb ik deze al een keer gelezen... gewoon in mijn routine-tjek op freaks... ik vind deze ook egt mooi! raar dat er geen reactie op is eigenlijk... maarreuh... beauty of a wreck?! op de foto was daar nix van te zien hoor ;) ik zal nog ff je andere gedichten gaan tjekken... vanaaf of morgen kus, Nikki |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: wiEzel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juni 2004 | ||
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