A plea to myself
Forced down demanded inspiration
seems to be stuck inside my throat
It's hard to breath while
I imagine people breathing
their hot breath down my spine
sometimes I give in to myself and
force some predictable words out
while all the time
you can tell their not from the heart
and by that nothing worth to read
or at least that's what I find
So
if you want what I can provide
give me time, set me loose and free
for unchained I seem to write some poetry
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, juli 07, 2004 18:26 |
| Take all the time you need ;-) Very nice, Tim.. | |
| Melodramatically: | Dinsdag, juli 06, 2004 18:49 |
| Keep on writing, cuase I love this one! Veel liefs Melodramatically |
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| BloodElf: | Dinsdag, juli 06, 2004 14:48 |
| En je hebt gelijk.... Prachtig!! |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 juli 2004 | ||
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