Used to be
I looked forward and didn't see,
That there was mutual dependance...
realised the lack of theory,
opposites attract this written sense...
Her words give a warm healing,
drifting around me as confusion,
such complete simplicity of feeling,
makes my face inexpiable amusing...
When something passes in a quick shift,
Lucid to stop the moment of memory,
Doesn't your head make a joking lift?
When empathy strikes you in victory..?
She knows me in and all by heart,
With a smile to steal the show,
Fast potential in a slowly start,
the more you meant, the lower you go...
Dedicated to Imre van B.
That there was mutual dependance...
realised the lack of theory,
opposites attract this written sense...
Her words give a warm healing,
drifting around me as confusion,
such complete simplicity of feeling,
makes my face inexpiable amusing...
When something passes in a quick shift,
Lucid to stop the moment of memory,
Doesn't your head make a joking lift?
When empathy strikes you in victory..?
She knows me in and all by heart,
With a smile to steal the show,
Fast potential in a slowly start,
the more you meant, the lower you go...
Dedicated to Imre van B.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MizzTeaQ: | Vrijdag, oktober 07, 2005 15:37 |
| Deze vind ik erg bijzonder! Liefs , |
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, oktober 07, 2005 13:59 |
| heel mooi geschreven!! x! |
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| Auteur: Rimailleur | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 oktober 2005 | ||
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