To be remembered
I was staring out of the window
The person sitting next to me
I guess I knew her..
Had just stepped off
Would I invite her to my ‘no tomorrow’ party?
Or wouldn’t she care?
Will the room be as cold as it is big?
With no one to remember my last day by
The persons that I hope to see coming
Are already marked in my mind
I would tell them how much I love them
And how much I really care..
I would give them a hug
As I lay there resting
I would give them a kiss
If I could still get up
Or wouldn’t they show up
Trough my bedroom door stepping
Wouldn’t they say a last goodbye
Or let me tell what I can’t show now?
I see the street where my house stands
And I push the stop button
Healthy dreaming of my deathbed
Not to die, but to be remembered..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| marco20: | Vrijdag, januari 28, 2005 18:12 |
| .......erg mooi sara.en je weet dat als je een hug wil ben ik er voor je en als je niet omhoog kan zal ik je helpen xxx marco | |
| roodroosje: | Vrijdag, januari 28, 2005 18:08 |
| *traantje wegpinkend* echt heel mooi beschreven! veel liefs, |
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| Auteur: Trilala | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 januari 2005 | ||
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