Black out,
I saw the sunset, last night
fall over a country, so green, and pale.
In dreams it was green,
the place where I lay in your arms
and stare into the eyes that weren't mine.
But I found,
I cán't go on pretending, or
see life just like a blurred dream.
Nothing is real, and everything is a copy.
Somethings in life, I can erease
With a marker. If I want
My mother yelling,
the cigaret burning in my flesh
The rose you picked with hurtfull thornes
Are sadly, unereaseable
And just too true.
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| moongirl1982: | Dinsdag, juni 28, 2005 20:13 |
| een gedicht wat je mooi verwoord hebt. sterkte, groet moongirl1982 |
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| Auteur: Heidi 13 jahr | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juni 2005 | ||
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