*For who I live*
For who I live?
For what I give?
The smell of fresh grieve,
In the dusk of down.
The smell of wet tears,
In the moonlight shadows.
The sound of a crying girl,
In the darkened room of the house.
For who I cry?
For what I grieve?
The smell of flowing blood,
Dripping onto the floor.
The smell of burned hate,
In the valley of lost souls.
It was not me,
It was not you.
It was us.
-Full_Of_Sorrow-
-30-06-04-
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, juni 30, 2004 19:23 |
| Excellent work... | |
| Dark Sinner : | Woensdag, juni 30, 2004 17:22 |
| Prachtig geschreven!! Sterkte Dikkuh xus |
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| ..Nameless at the moment..: | Woensdag, juni 30, 2004 17:12 |
| Wauw, wat enorm mooi geschreven zeg! Heb er geen woorden voor (die heb je al zelf opgeschreven) -x- Love, Marleen. |
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| stairway 2 heaven: | Woensdag, juni 30, 2004 16:39 |
| mooi gedicht, mooi neergezet dikke kus & sterkte xxx |
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| Auteur: Full_Of_Sorrow | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 juni 2004 | ||
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