my first love...my last one
my first love...my last one
poethry-
always supposed
my first love to be
in sweet memories i lived my life
-sometimes kind of rough-
but in poethry
i kept on survive
always
around in my darkest hour
making me strong
giving to me her allmighty
power
the ability to see in a mans heart
-through words-
given from her and never taken apart
so i kept on writing day by day
night by night
writing a spoken word,often hardly to say
poethry
touched me in my sickness
-just to heal with her whisper-
so i guess
poethry
gave me the shelter in my storm
-always around-
she kept me save and warm
and i believe
if time for me will come
the everlasting evening near
and daylight gone
she will be the one
to lead me to the eternal light
-on her onendless breath-
poethry will be my guide
and i don t fear
suffering and pain
knowing
poethry will make me live again
-poethry-
you are my first love
and
will be my last
-for now and ever-
in future and in the past...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, augustus 10, 2006 18:09 |
| nicely written.. I think many of ous feel the same about poetry (without the ''h'' ).. x! |
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| to be or not to be: | Donderdag, augustus 10, 2006 13:54 |
| hartverwarmend mooi schrijven..wel eens aan gedacht om een gedichtenbundel uit te brengen?? | |
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| Auteur: Littledolphin | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 augustus 2006 | ||
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