We excist thru sadness
We excist thru sadness
Afraid that my dreams won’t last
I speak thru you my broken voice
You will be my sparkling end
And I will predict an infernal noise
drops of blood love my pulse
as they glide towards the ground
I see your face in the pool they made
vanishing in the silence of their sound
comparing our tears we’ll find out
we made them for each other
love is what we wanted to give
But why should we even bother
When we only excist thru sadness?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| lieselot six: | Donderdag, juni 02, 2005 16:59 |
| shit maat, wou dat ik zo schreef... | |
| Lijntje: | Zondag, mei 29, 2005 18:16 |
| PRACHTIG! | |
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| Auteur: -Tamara- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 mei 2005 | ||
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