What has...?
As I start to think
What I a
And my mind starts rolling
About what I represent
I try to look through this mirror
But all I see is
Wretched eyes filled with sadness
The memories I have of the past
They make me forget
They make my mind like a gold miner
Allways seeing something but seldom what they want
It's the memories of the past
that make my eyes like an open book
I can't help the way I am pityful
and I can't help myself.
What I a
And my mind starts rolling
About what I represent
I try to look through this mirror
But all I see is
Wretched eyes filled with sadness
The memories I have of the past
They make me forget
They make my mind like a gold miner
Allways seeing something but seldom what they want
It's the memories of the past
that make my eyes like an open book
I can't help the way I am pityful
and I can't help myself.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, december 08, 2005 10:47 |
| A really nice poem, but again so sad, negative,.. :o( nuja, waar moet je het anders kwijt hé... x! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: -Centaurus- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 december 2005 | ||
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