Dissolution of Dust
Would the night die
When the stars go out
Will the morning end
If the sun doesn't rise
Would silence scream
When words get to loud
Will hypocrisy lie
To compensate the endless despise
The tones eager to pass
Moulding through my spine
I lure them into my glass
Trying to make them mine
And as they burn my throat
I look up at the universe
Sending a last goodbye note
Before I get into the hearse
Reacties op dit gedicht
| -Rosa-: | Maandag, mei 23, 2005 19:51 |
| Wauw... Heel mooi. U schrijft goed! Met de allermeeste hoogachting, |
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| BloodElf: | Zondag, september 26, 2004 20:16 |
| The night wouldn't die, Your hands will paint the midnight sky on my body! The morning wouldn't end, Your eyes shine enough to light up our world! Silence will only speak the words where we keep looking for! With thousand Sorry's and Tiny little lovebites, Your Little, So Deeply Loving (Blushing)PrinCess |
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| Auteur: Marble | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: artemis | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 september 2004 | ||
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