Maybe.. Not
I know I'm not suppose to act like this
Not after this long
But I'm dying without your healing kiss
Without you I'm so less strong.
Maybe it's just that inside feeling
That knows this isn't right.
It doesn't feel like it's healing
I think it's only aggravate the fight
Maybe it's just that little voice
That says this isn't my finally fate.
It doesn't speak without noise
In fact, it has a lot of impact in this debate
Maybe it's just my self-willed head
That doesn't want to admit
It wants to fight against it instead
Actually, it exaggerates a bit.
But it all comes to the same
Because there's one thing I don't wánt to see
The only one I really have to blame
Is simply me..
(I can't, just can't pretend anymore)
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fri..: | Donderdag, november 11, 2004 12:32 |
| Hold on:) Mooi gedichtje, |
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| Godvader: | Donderdag, november 11, 2004 11:14 |
| heel mooi gedicht...droevig en rakend...ik kan ook heel goed de verwarring lezen... maar be strong he loves and kisses |
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| Martine Gieze: | Donderdag, november 11, 2004 08:51 |
| then...don't!!! heel erg mooi!!! knap hoor zo in't engels,dat zou ik dus echt niet zo kunnen! liefs,MART |
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| Auteur: Pyro | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2004 | ||
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