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Sometimes I feel so fragile
Breakable as hell
Sometimes I just don’t know
What I can truly tell
Speeches I’ve prepared
Broken with a twist of your breath
Your cost me my mind
But I think it’s fine
Until I can let go
I’ll keep getting stuck in my heart
Keeping parts alive
That would never have a breath to start
A disgusting piece of selfhate
Has opened his eyes
It’s just a way I feel inside
When nobody knows the lies
I can’t say or be prepared
To the mask I’ll wear tomorrow
Is it a beautiful smile?
Or a haircut with striped sorrow?
All right and alive
I keep searching to get out
But as it cuts so deep
I’m crying to keep my life in the ignoring crowd
Just… And ordinary day
With sadness they don’t see
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Oorlam: | Donderdag, september 23, 2004 21:59 |
| mooie woorden weer..loopt lekkel zei de oorchinees:-) | |
| sick suicide: | Donderdag, september 23, 2004 17:35 |
| wauw ben er stil van heb je echt mooi verwoord. een dikke knuf ik ben er voor je |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: FrogCess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 september 2004 | ||
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