Silence
I asked my buddy what ya doing
he answered absolutely nothing
I’m just lying, chilling
just a little bit relaxing
really, I said, why do you do that
because, he said, I feel bad
I’m tired and just want to chill
I just feel a little bit ill
shouldn’t you go to a doctor then
he said, I already went, I asked when
I went this afternoon
I’m waiting for the results to come in soon
when the doctor had called he didn’t say a word
I could tell he was really hurt
he just started crying
turns out he was dying
I stayed with him till the end of his life
he passed away 2 months later at four o five
I sat there when he stopped making a sound
just me, my buddy, and the silence all around
on his funeral I wanted my speech to get so high
so that he could hear my goodbye
he always said, when I die, make me burn
so we did, after that, the silence would return
he answered absolutely nothing
I’m just lying, chilling
just a little bit relaxing
really, I said, why do you do that
because, he said, I feel bad
I’m tired and just want to chill
I just feel a little bit ill
shouldn’t you go to a doctor then
he said, I already went, I asked when
I went this afternoon
I’m waiting for the results to come in soon
when the doctor had called he didn’t say a word
I could tell he was really hurt
he just started crying
turns out he was dying
I stayed with him till the end of his life
he passed away 2 months later at four o five
I sat there when he stopped making a sound
just me, my buddy, and the silence all around
on his funeral I wanted my speech to get so high
so that he could hear my goodbye
he always said, when I die, make me burn
so we did, after that, the silence would return
Reacties op dit gedicht
| samanthakeuh: | Woensdag, september 06, 2006 18:34 |
| o timmeke das kij echt is da echt gebeurd:( ik leef met je mee maar twas wel mooi omschreven | |
| Nauthiz: | Woensdag, september 06, 2006 16:27 |
| Heel Mooi, en stilmakend heel veel sterkte, Liefs Nauthiz |
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