In the end
You think the angels
still weep for you
When you feel hurt,
not knowing what to do
You think the sun
still brightens your face
While it does only
lightens this place
You think the rain
still falls when you’re sad
You think the lightning will
strike again when you’re feeling mad
You think everything turns into darkness
when you’re confused
You wished for the unbearable
when you would feel abused
You thought you’d become more than this life
But everything screams that you failed
Not knowing who’s the enemy
Or your true friend
Only wishing,
To be loved, in the end
Reacties op dit gedicht
| °BrokenSmile°: | Donderdag, juli 14, 2005 09:48 |
| Auwch.. =( |
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| Anne-Laure: | Woensdag, juli 13, 2005 17:19 |
| mooi!!! | |
| Godsend: | Woensdag, juli 13, 2005 16:12 |
| mooie woorden! blijft hangen... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Further Than Gone* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juli 2005 | ||
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