My dear beautifull angel...
My twisted mind
always diging
choosing the side
of negative scripts
My failing to just see
feel, know, experience..
The true love you gave,
showed, let me feel..
I am more tired
then ever before
More twisted
then I could imagine
But beeing aware
of my mental problems
Makes me stronger
sometimes...
I am fighting now
I dont want to lose
Not ever again
no more, no more...
My fingers are cold
without your body
to touch..to feel..
My lips are dry..
My memories
of your believe in us
is what keeps me up
all the time.. everywhere..
I love you Senel...
Thank you...
Dave
always diging
choosing the side
of negative scripts
My failing to just see
feel, know, experience..
The true love you gave,
showed, let me feel..
I am more tired
then ever before
More twisted
then I could imagine
But beeing aware
of my mental problems
Makes me stronger
sometimes...
I am fighting now
I dont want to lose
Not ever again
no more, no more...
My fingers are cold
without your body
to touch..to feel..
My lips are dry..
My memories
of your believe in us
is what keeps me up
all the time.. everywhere..
I love you Senel...
Thank you...
Dave
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| *..stik..*: | Zaterdag, november 13, 2004 11:52 |
| en uitgerekend nu ik je gedichten bekijk staat bovenaan een engelse ;) ik doe het alle twee, maar in het engels kan ik meestal m'n gevoel beter verwoorden. mooi gedicht! |
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| Auteur: Dave de Laat.. | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 13 november 2004 | ||
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