My Poetry
My Poetry
I tell a story,
Every time,
But specific to whom,
I honestly don’t know,
I wright to people who want to listen,
And to the one that don’t,
I wright to my family,
To my friends,
To the world,
And to God,
But I don’t know if he is listening,
It doesn’t really matter,
I wright for me,
And ifsomeone wants to listen,
I thank them for that,
And if they don’t,
It is okay too.
I wright to put my feelings in words,
I wright to tell the truth...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| gwenje: | Donderdag, augustus 12, 2004 20:28 |
| Like you see, there are enough people who want to listen to you :) and I am one of them :d... take care... dikke knufs gwenje |
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| Fri..: | Dinsdag, augustus 10, 2004 12:42 |
| I want to listen too ! and I'm almost certain I'm not the only one.. Je mag me altijd mailen.. Mooi gedichtje trouwens, Liefs, Fri.. |
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| Augustijntje: | Zondag, augustus 08, 2004 18:47 |
| I want 2 listen! Nice poem! | |
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| Auteur: WDS | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 augustus 2004 | ||
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