Today in the night
Today
she won't be there
for this day has closed
it's eyes
the night's upon us once again
and alone I shall sleep tonight
Think
Think of roses now my love
let me find you where you are
If
If I could force my tired thoughts through
a guitar
it would weep your name
it would speak the hidden language of my heart
I would
I would let it scream against
all the stars in the black firmament
I'm tired,
tired of waiting
please seal your silence
with your face
*don't ask me what all these words mean to me and what's behind*
*it's just my tired mind*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, augustus 02, 2004 11:49 |
| Joz heeft mijn favoriete zinnetje al gestolen..hehe..love the poem.. | |
| Joz: | Maandag, juli 26, 2004 16:47 |
| If I could force my tired thoughts through a guitar it would weep your name it would speak the hidden language of my heart heel fijn jongen...:) |
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| nienk: | Zondag, juli 25, 2004 18:29 |
| mooi neergezet :) liefs nienke |
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| gwenje: | Zondag, juli 25, 2004 15:54 |
| mooi :) dikke knufs gwenje |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 juli 2004 | ||
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