Your so-called realism
Tell me boy
what gives you the right to trample peoples dreams
into the dust?
I'll tell you boy
It's by right of your so-called realism
the same that killed all yours too
You
force people in your vision of the world
breaking all the thing they've build
the things
they've bleeded and cried for
Don't
Don't distort my mind with
all you make-believe realistic visions
You don't have a clue of what I believe in
And
You can't because I never told you
Because I was scared
Sorry...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, juli 12, 2004 17:09 |
| Impressive..echt uitzonderlijk mooi geschreven! | |
| Oorlam: | Maandag, juli 12, 2004 11:53 |
| :-)) altijd een eigen mening hebben goed:-)))) | |
| BloodElf: | Zondag, juli 11, 2004 21:18 |
| It hard for me to keep sending you resctions, Your writings are so..... Wonderfull everytime every single word you can give so many meanings. Really amazing!! Love your work, Love, |
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| Fading Away: | Zondag, juli 11, 2004 18:23 |
| Tim MOOIj, wel toepasselijk hoor.. Mijn god, wat schrijf jij goed. Wonderlijk geformuleerd. | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juli 2004 | ||
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