Until it's too late
She stays shyly deep within
Walking on thin little ice
The words she speaks not hers
‘cause she never learned to trust
She hides the tears she cries
And the cuts she made so desperately
No one’ll ever see into her heart
That place, so full of grief and pain
She’s dreaming as she cannot live,
‘cause the world is much too cruel to face,
she’s painting flowers and flies inside her mind
when the little looks she takes into reality will dissapoint
For they broke her reality once
she now will have none
she’ll lose herself in green hills
until she’s gone..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Zondag, mei 22, 2005 21:12 |
| It's never too late, my dear... Never. Please, take my hand. Let me lead you to another place... Het bestaat, ook voor jou. Knuffel, xxx, -Lien.- |
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| life~in~every~breath~: | Maandag, december 13, 2004 19:12 |
| oooh, you took away my words with this beautiful but so sad..=(..poem.. veel liefs, sterkte |
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| fallen angel of tears: | Maandag, december 13, 2004 19:06 |
| lieverd, 't leven is niet makkelijk.. 't doet soms erg pijn.. maar verschuil je neit.. als je het moeilijk hebt.. zal ik er voor je zijn.. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Sugared_Placebo | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 december 2004 | ||
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