Fake heartached pokernight
White lies
and
second tries
all that makes me love living
subtle craft's serenity
a veil before the forgiving
released of broken enmity
Play me a tune
on your heartstrings
sing me a song
about all the things
poets never write about
throw a few words in together for a future start
make them rhyme
if you can find the time
with the flowering beauty of your golden heart
sometimes it's all so like a lonesome pokernight
against the outside world
candles instead of neonlight
quoting things I never told
I play the wildcards untill I see
that high stakes are really for a reason
while all the while the piano plays me
fake heartaches fur just another elise...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| de nifter: | Dinsdag, februari 15, 2005 10:21 |
| flinke grijns op je pokerface en spelen die schoppenaas | |
| Godvader: | Maandag, februari 14, 2005 18:16 |
| deze is geweldig...:D pure klasse...ritmisch onovertroffen...jij blijft ook een geweldige engelse dichter he! G. |
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| Maya Sigui: | Maandag, februari 14, 2005 17:59 |
| helemaal geweldig! (oeh, I like reading between the lines and I´m never scared, are you?! ;) | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 februari 2005 | ||
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