Turn off the night
A profound insanity
Locks the door
By daylight a princess
By nighttime a whore
Turn off the lights
Hide the truth
Eyes wide shut
To a wasted youth
Chasing dreams away
Entangled in fright
Refugee in a silent war
She doesn't sleep at night
Crumbled up
In a corner of life
Voices crying in her head
Feeding wounds like a knife
Bleeding hearts can't tell
Where it all went wrong
Screams and cuts and broken smiles
She's been this way too long
Reacties op dit gedicht
| milamber: | Vrijdag, januari 13, 2006 03:26 |
| erg sterk, en rakend, geschreven. hoe slechte gevoelens toch zo goed verwoord kunnen worden.. gr kerwin |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 januari 2006 | ||
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