A true ghost
Sinking lips
How much can you tell
Thé entire future
In one nutshell
Troubles are fainting
And so are you
I'd like to touch you
My hand feels air
Snowy whie
Invisible you're seen
Couldn't have placed you
Than you would have been
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
When the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
I'm sliding
Towards your pain
Faster than
A derailed train
Sorrows are fainting
And so are you
Thrills are so small
My hand feels white
Snowy air
Visible you're blind
Couldn't have done this
Trading for what you find
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
While the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
Lovely truth
Do you send lies
And change them
Into fake cries
Senses are fainting
Change all you can
Drowning when
Writing a dried pen
Bendng rain
Arrange all you can
Drowning when
Writing a dried pen
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
Where the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
I'm sliding
With the lovely truth
When the lips were sinking
And everything was fainting
There was a true ghost
With nowhere to go
How much can you tell
Thé entire future
In one nutshell
Troubles are fainting
And so are you
I'd like to touch you
My hand feels air
Snowy whie
Invisible you're seen
Couldn't have placed you
Than you would have been
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
When the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
I'm sliding
Towards your pain
Faster than
A derailed train
Sorrows are fainting
And so are you
Thrills are so small
My hand feels white
Snowy air
Visible you're blind
Couldn't have done this
Trading for what you find
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
While the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
Lovely truth
Do you send lies
And change them
Into fake cries
Senses are fainting
Change all you can
Drowning when
Writing a dried pen
Bendng rain
Arrange all you can
Drowning when
Writing a dried pen
A true ghost
With one story to tell
The profit is high
Where the yield is low
Moving fast
With nowhere to go
I'm sliding
With the lovely truth
When the lips were sinking
And everything was fainting
There was a true ghost
With nowhere to go
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, september 15, 2004 14:15 |
| Heel mooi...toen je dit zei: "I'd like to touch you My hand feels air"..zag ik echt zo'n beeld van iemand die met z'n hand iets/iemand probeert aan te raken...Zomaar spontaan voor m'n ogen doken beelden op die ik zelf associeerde aan je gedicht...Isn't that cool or what? :-p | |
| Fading Away: | Zaterdag, september 11, 2004 13:14 |
| Beautiful.. really oustanding. Just keep on writing ;) | |
| *~~~GlitterGirly~~~*: | Zondag, september 05, 2004 11:17 |
| hey hey,\ mooi verwoord pracht even stilte bij mij... xxx |
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| Auteur: Godvader | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 september 2004 | ||
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