On my skin,,
I sit down in a chair
Without wings I feel alone
Fears come out to get me
And you won’t bring me home
Tears role down easy
But my eyes aren’t getting wet
Is there a place I didn’t brought you
A place I might forget?
It doesn’t feels like I am learning
Moreover it feels like I lose
Every inch of what I wished to be
Hasn’t grew to more than one little bruise
On my skin
A forgotten dream
Locked in a diary
Never seen
Will never be
So I warm up naked
Upon the bed alone
And when I stand up to lift the sheets
I feel a strange kind of home
Cold and with no shadows
But fears comes from every side
Slowly I close my eyes
To be afraid of what you hide
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Melodramatically: | Dinsdag, december 21, 2004 16:39 |
| Lief maatje! Ik zou graag wat van jou willen jatten ;) Dikke kus! Melodramatically |
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| Teared Out: | Zaterdag, december 18, 2004 18:23 |
| :'( It makes me cry.. | |
| Teared Out: | Zaterdag, december 18, 2004 16:39 |
| Oh my gosh.. And again you wrote my feelings, my thoughts down.. How dare you?!! ;) |
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| HeavenlyQuality: | Zaterdag, december 18, 2004 14:43 |
| mooi man!! | |
| *Cheseri*: | Zaterdag, december 18, 2004 13:57 |
| wauw!!! prachtig!! echt super mooi! Liefs |
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| Auteur: FrogCess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 december 2004 | ||
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