Cartoon figures dance in my head.
Looking at a mirror
Looking at a girl
Her face is dead
cartoon figures
dance in my head.
Looking at a girl in the mirror
those eyes
without any feeling
look right into my soul
my soul,
a big black hole.
I can't look away
I'm caught in your thoughts
Sittin' here the whole day
Everybody says i'm a freak
but they don't know what i can do
i'm not as weak as you.
The girl is me
and i'll always be
someone else
than the person you see.
It's fascinating how people can hate
I'm a person that create
a world with fairy tales
I'm not unable to feel
because of all the roughness
I'm walking towards the end
a feeling of unluckyness is running over me
i'm falling into my own fantasy world.
touching the mirror,
touching my face.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| -Rosa-: | Zaterdag, oktober 01, 2005 21:27 |
| Liefste meisje, als je eens zou weten hoe erg ik mezelf hierin herken. als je eens wist... hoe graag ik je zie. wees voorzichtig |
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| **a girl**: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 19:12 |
| wow prachtig geschreven! Veel liefs& sterkte! | |
| flower89: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 12:39 |
| heel mooi! xx |
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| Auteur: Fascinate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2005 | ||
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