Mostly terrifying
my dreamy old hide-out
for whatever words are left in me
denied me in my fragile whispered shout
for the standing stones bereft of me
dizzy hazed and insecure
I find myself not quite believing
the most loving of your words
because how could you?
why would you?
and once again my backdrafting reverts
As I store my bleeding mind
in my left jacket pocket
it's so sublime when the stars are all aligned
and I'm nothing but a bottle-rocket
sometimes it's so insane to believe you at all remember me
as I am all exposed in lying
fragile-faced and sort of
truly dying
truly dying for your love...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Godvader: | Zaterdag, oktober 01, 2005 18:11 |
| 'It's so sublime when the stars are all aligned'...it is sublime now...omg to da max G. |
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| MayadeBij*: | Vrijdag, augustus 05, 2005 15:04 |
| Horror :) Super! Kus, | |
| de nifter: | Vrijdag, augustus 05, 2005 14:16 |
| oh I remember you... of ik nou wil of niet ;) | |
| Godsend: | Vrijdag, augustus 05, 2005 14:00 |
| raakt! verwondering alom... insane to believe you remember me... lees voor de nederlandse versie ff mijn nieuwste dicht :P (alhoewel ik die vanuit KimW haar ogen heb geschreven...) |
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| Oorlam: | Vrijdag, augustus 05, 2005 10:02 |
| try the bottle rockets (brand new year, same old troubles;-)) | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 augustus 2005 | ||
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