on the day we arrived on this earth
we were somehow happy,
and somehow it hurt.
we were crying.
we've arrived in this kind of time.
but somehow we'll die
so somehow we're standing here
and we're living through today.
we've arrived on this kind of world.
somehow I'm very happy,
somehow it hurts a lot,
while crying at the top of my lungs.
I've arrived in this kind of time.
I've arrived in this kind of world.
but I met you.
reality is a traitor; it's easy to misjudge things.
so with your own two eyes
please decide the worth of this place.
do it with your own standards.
Miss_unit: | Woensdag, oktober 19, 2005 22:48 |
Hey brow, mooi gedicht ookal kan ik niet alles even volgen omdat ik niet zo goed in engels ben. Bedankt voor je lieve reactie en ik zal er zeker over nadenken wat je heb gezegd. Liefs en Kusjes Eline | |
moongirl1982: | Woensdag, oktober 19, 2005 14:25 |
mooi geschreven over het leven en de toekomst, groet moongirl1982 |
|
Auteur: His Masters Voice | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 18 oktober 2005 | ||
Thema's: |