Not yet ...
We were just talking
A friendly conversation
Just letting time pass by
We smiled and laughed
And said so much
Unaware
That this was only
The silence before the storm
We had an argue
As we usually do
We shouted at eachother
Angry faces, warning eyes
And in the heat of our battle
I just ran
Jumped on my bike
and started riding
With anger on my mind
Sightless seeing
Only words in front of my eyes
Why did we say those horrible things?
Why did she tell those lies?
Regretting ugly words
I said up loud
"I hate myself"
Look up and see
A truck closing in
My heart screamed
My breath paused...
I almost killed myself
Almost got rid of my pain
The scream of my heart said
Not yet ...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, augustus 30, 2004 11:22 |
| Geweldig geschreven...Praat het gewoon rustig uit, running away isn't the answer, face your problems before you get run over by a car ;-) | |
| joni heylens: | Dinsdag, augustus 24, 2004 22:46 |
| Heel erg mooi... Jij hebt er tenminste nooit aan gedacht het expres te doen... -xxx- Jonike |
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| Jan Schaap: | Dinsdag, augustus 24, 2004 16:19 |
| Wat is dit? Gladiator... Op zich ok hoor |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Silmarwen Surion | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2004 | ||
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