Go!
Normally I feel bad
When someone is alone
Has no one to talk to
And is so unknown
But somehow this is different
She makes me mad
It gets me ill-tempered
And tired
It interferes me
I really disagree
With what she thinks
How she acts
How frustrated she is
Facing the facts
All of it just leads
To attracting the attention
That that sixteen year old girl
Desperately needs
Instead of being sorry
for herself
She should go ahead
Take the time
To play and have fun
Rather then waiting in her bed
For the moment to come
When she’ll be dead
I guess I can’t change her
That, I know
But the only one who can help her
Is herself
Then she’ll aglow
Leave the past behind
Get some freedom
Think of the good things
Your goals in this queendom
With all of this combined
It will change your state of mind
So girl if you read
This poem I write
Get some confidence
Explore the world and have some fun
Then you just might
Be perfectly alright
When someone is alone
Has no one to talk to
And is so unknown
But somehow this is different
She makes me mad
It gets me ill-tempered
And tired
It interferes me
I really disagree
With what she thinks
How she acts
How frustrated she is
Facing the facts
All of it just leads
To attracting the attention
That that sixteen year old girl
Desperately needs
Instead of being sorry
for herself
She should go ahead
Take the time
To play and have fun
Rather then waiting in her bed
For the moment to come
When she’ll be dead
I guess I can’t change her
That, I know
But the only one who can help her
Is herself
Then she’ll aglow
Leave the past behind
Get some freedom
Think of the good things
Your goals in this queendom
With all of this combined
It will change your state of mind
So girl if you read
This poem I write
Get some confidence
Explore the world and have some fun
Then you just might
Be perfectly alright
Reacties op dit gedicht
| juweeltje: | Zaterdag, april 15, 2006 22:07 |
| heel mooi gedicht moest het wel eerst ff vertalen maar toen ik hem vertaald had begreep ik je helemaal xxxx mij | |
| **kissie**: | Donderdag, oktober 27, 2005 21:26 |
| kzal is een keertje doewn en de vertaling erbij doewn:p das een ideetje voor in de vakantie:p merci(k) gij zijt precies ne talen knobbel:p grtzz.. |
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| **kissie**: | Donderdag, oktober 27, 2005 21:22 |
| jah is wel ik kan wel engels spreken maar neij goe schrijveu kan oowk int spaans schrijveu heb daar 2jaar gewoont maar da versta niemand dus grtzz... |
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| **kissie**: | Donderdag, oktober 27, 2005 21:16 |
| ow schon gedaan... ge schrijft precies wel graag int engels... grtzzz... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Kimrc | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 oktober 2005 | ||
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