I can't fly..
I can’t see, the world dazzles me.
I can’t feel, the way I felt before.
I can’t hear, the earth is screaming.
I can’t smell, even though I am not ailing.
I am getting tired, but I can’t sleep.
I am feeling week and I have never felt strong.
While I bag deeper, I realise I can’t fly.
And suddenly,
suddenly I cry
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, maart 10, 2006 16:17 |
| now and then it's good to cry..to let it all out..jus tlike it's good to write poems to let it all out..keep writing..nice poem! x! |
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| Auteur: sweet little 18 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 maart 2006 | ||
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