Sweet Litle Nothing
~*~
Sweet Litle Nothing
She was alone
Had her own look on life
Her rainbow was black and white
Her streets where cold
Her life was gray.
With al this friends around her
Still she was a loner
No one looked inside her soul
They only saw her fake smile.
Sitting in her window
She looks up to the sky
Wondering where she’s now in life
If it’ll ever be alright.
At night she cries
In her bed al alone
Wishing for a happy life
Knowing it just couldn’t be so.
She was sick and tired
Of living in pretend
So on this one day
She made a choice
Never to look back again.
It was raining outside
A cloudy day
When she took the knife
And faded away.
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Lizsytje: | Woensdag, april 27, 2005 18:38 |
| Deze is ook mooi... Knuffels |
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| The unreachable: | Zondag, augustus 08, 2004 13:10 |
| Hmm..ik heb dit gedicht al eens gelezen...ik denk gisteren.. | |
| gwenje: | Zaterdag, augustus 07, 2004 16:52 |
| zalig gedicht... kvind het erg dat het meisje niet heeft blijven vechten, want kben er zeker van dat ze die strijd zou hebben gewonnen... dikke knufs gwenje |
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| marisje...: | Zaterdag, augustus 07, 2004 11:15 |
| super mooi gedicht.... word er rustig en stil van.. xxxxxx succes met alles |
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| Auteur: illusions* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 augustus 2004 | ||
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