My haunted mansion
***My haunted mansion.***
I can feel the silence growing,
it's eating me up inside.
But still I can hear nothing,
so in this awfull place,I hide.
It's killing me to see you,
not able to reach out.
But I never knew what love is,
so I guess I'll live without.
I wonder, can you hear me?
screaming for your attention.
I wonder, can you see me?
trapped in my haunted mansion.
I've learned to live with the ghosts,
they keep my head up high.
But the misery they remind me of,
keep me wondering why.
I wonder, do you know?
when you accuse me of hurting with intention
I wonder, do you know,
it keeps me trapped in my haunted mansion.
I can feel the silence growing,
it's eating me up inside.
But still I can hear nothing,
so in this awfull place,I hide.
It's killing me to see you,
not able to reach out.
But I never knew what love is,
so I guess I'll live without.
I wonder, can you hear me?
screaming for your attention.
I wonder, can you see me?
trapped in my haunted mansion.
I've learned to live with the ghosts,
they keep my head up high.
But the misery they remind me of,
keep me wondering why.
I wonder, do you know?
when you accuse me of hurting with intention
I wonder, do you know,
it keeps me trapped in my haunted mansion.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 12:37 |
| Nice..Ik kreeg meteen een bedrukkend, opgesloten gevoel toen ik dit las..very nice.. | |
| Marbalicia: | Woensdag, oktober 20, 2004 12:32 |
| wauw, een stilte is een goed passend gebaar na dit gelezen te hebben denk ik Liefs, |
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| Camaris: | Woensdag, oktober 20, 2004 11:37 |
| Als er gevoelens spelen, kunnen woorden hard aankomen. Maar deze harde tralies zullen smelten door nieuwe gevoelens en kan je weer vrij zijn. Erg mooi beschreven. Sterkte. Groeten Camaris |
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| Auteur: Rhiannon | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 oktober 2004 | ||
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