I believe you...
I’m afraid to write this
I’m afraid of what will come out
As I try my trembling hand again
On hearts tearsoaked paper
Give me the answers to all these questions
Give me the life I know is true
What can I possibly say to all of these confessions
There must be a life worth living for you
I don’t know, I know
Wordless tries to dismantle grief unspoken
thinking about things that maybe should have died
While you threw your soul on the stones
In the shade of a restless Wednesday night
I feel like shooting my heart out
Send it spinning like a bullet
Right into your chest
Where I know I could let it rest
to
beat as one
Catch some breath while walking
Between life’s edge and eternity
That awaits our souls at the end
but
not yet
not yet my friend
Hold on a little longer
Bleeding knees can make things better
Reacties op dit gedicht
| katiake: | Zaterdag, september 09, 2006 19:55 |
| mooi... knufie katia |
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| Elizabethh: | Donderdag, december 16, 2004 13:10 |
| Ben er stil van je gedicht.. Liefs Elizabethh |
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| Godsend: | Vrijdag, november 12, 2004 12:22 |
| the weakness of bleeding knees is the strength from a bleeding heart...for you! | |
| Zilke: | Woensdag, november 03, 2004 21:02 |
| Hier zit zoveel in! En dan die laatste zin! Bewonderenswaardig.. | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 oktober 2004 | ||
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