A memory...
A memory…
I have a memory…
A bad memory...
A sad memory...
A memory what not may be forgotten...
But when the memory is rotten...
People will be forgotten...
But the memory is not rotten or forgotten...
Because it hurts me...
To be when i want to be me...
But I cant...
The memory is to horrible...
Well they will be in my mind...
We are blind...
To see...
That death has his good sides...
.
I have a memory…
A bad memory...
A sad memory...
A memory what not may be forgotten...
But when the memory is rotten...
People will be forgotten...
But the memory is not rotten or forgotten...
Because it hurts me...
To be when i want to be me...
But I cant...
The memory is to horrible...
Well they will be in my mind...
We are blind...
To see...
That death has his good sides...
.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| cosmicdoom: | Maandag, februari 20, 2006 16:19 |
| goed gedicht in z'n geheel,maar ben ook van mening dat die laatste zin het mooiste is greetzz Jurgen |
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| [*~Dreamer~*]: | Maandag, februari 13, 2006 09:48 |
| I liked your last sentences.... (' We are blind.. To see... That death hs his good sides..') Kiss&hugg from a Dreamer,, | |
| mamsiemomo: | Zaterdag, februari 11, 2006 10:57 |
| om even over na te denken | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: DOA | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 februari 2006 | ||
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