Teenage Dirtbag
My hands are dirty,
so go wash your hands.
my mind is dirty,
so go clear your head.
My words are dirty,
everything I`ve said,
it doesn`t make any sense.
I can`t wash away the dirt anymore.
It`s to late to comprehend.
It`s to late I`m already rotten to the core.
I`ve sunken low.
But don`t try to save me.
So let go,
of my hand,let me fall,
let it be.
This is the way for me to be free.
~Ellen,15 jaar~
so go wash your hands.
my mind is dirty,
so go clear your head.
My words are dirty,
everything I`ve said,
it doesn`t make any sense.
I can`t wash away the dirt anymore.
It`s to late to comprehend.
It`s to late I`m already rotten to the core.
I`ve sunken low.
But don`t try to save me.
So let go,
of my hand,let me fall,
let it be.
This is the way for me to be free.
~Ellen,15 jaar~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Brammie: | Woensdag, mei 16, 2001 20:09 |
| Je bent nog maar een zaadje dat nog tot volle wasdom moet komen. Blijven groeien hoor. | |
| Dick van Poorten: | Woensdag, mei 16, 2001 16:23 |
| Nee Ellen, we laten je niet vallen, mail me maar | |
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| Auteur: Ellen | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 16 mei 2001 | ||
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