missfit
I want to accept this body
Stop spitting at my own reflection
I forgot what it is to be a somebody
Broken the connection
I utterly hate it
All it does
It’s breathing, it’s clothes, the way they fit
Tear apart this crust
The foul tongue it has
I’d rather be deaf to my voice
Repulsive face it bares
The sound it makes, insecure voice
Strip me bear
Torture, rather then embrace
Place me for all to see, full suns glare
Let others behold this….
Set me free
Heavy chains undo
Painless it will be
It’ll all be over soon
I need you
Send me a friend
Honest and true
I need a hand
Stop spitting at my own reflection
I forgot what it is to be a somebody
Broken the connection
I utterly hate it
All it does
It’s breathing, it’s clothes, the way they fit
Tear apart this crust
The foul tongue it has
I’d rather be deaf to my voice
Repulsive face it bares
The sound it makes, insecure voice
Strip me bear
Torture, rather then embrace
Place me for all to see, full suns glare
Let others behold this….
Set me free
Heavy chains undo
Painless it will be
It’ll all be over soon
I need you
Send me a friend
Honest and true
I need a hand
Reacties op dit gedicht
| --justme--: | Zaterdag, mei 13, 2006 15:50 |
| heel mooi..hoop dat het inmiddels beter gaat! sterkte! knuf |
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| Aurinko Rauha: | Zaterdag, mei 06, 2006 20:20 |
| mooi geschreven, ook al is het in het engels :) liefs, aurinko rauha |
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| Auteur: sve osim zivot | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 mei 2006 | ||
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