She spins her weal dry
In beloved silence
She spins her weal dry
Looking in the reflection
Of a remembered cry
She how she lies in there
Helpless and dreaming
Reaching for her past
When she wasn’t screaming
All alone she walks
Thru days found in pain
Send away for priceless gifts
But no perfect world was in vain
Get the world on her feet again
Beet with your heart like you’ve never done
It’s not your time to lie down and die
Pick up your piece of live and keep strong
However thunder reached her bones
The pain crawls and made her throw up
Black flowers surrounded her silver cries
Knife streaming above reading scars with no stop
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, augustus 03, 2004 13:19 |
| Enjoyed it.. | |
| Oorlam: | Dinsdag, augustus 03, 2004 09:09 |
| mooi neergezet vooral Black flowers surrounded her silver cries |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Marbalicia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 augustus 2004 | ||
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