My lonely world
Welcome
To the darkest place of my heart
To the coldest corners of my soul
Where all pieces of my puzzle have fallen appart
Where the hope in my eyes gave up
Moving on without thinking
Of what could possibly go wrong
I hide in my voice's silence
But in thoughts listen to my sad song
Wanting to stop, wanting to cry
To tell what's really going on
But instead let time pass by
They don't need to know they're wrong
About me, about you
But you don't ever see
While I know
Every single part of me
I'm not stupid, I listen carefully
And if you'll ever ask me
I'll answer truthfully
Reacties op dit gedicht
| joni heylens: | Donderdag, september 23, 2004 22:47 |
| Tprobleem bij wachten tot de vraag gesteld wordt is, dat ze misschien nooit gesteld wordt... Mooi gedicht! -xxx- Jonike |
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| MayadeBij: | Woensdag, september 22, 2004 22:58 |
| Ja dat is makkelijk, wachten tot de vraag komt.. ik wil het eigenlijk al weten voordat de vraag ooit gesteld werd :) | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Silmarwen Surion | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 september 2004 | ||
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