Changed
What once was will never be again.
I don’t know if I love you,
Or if I do love
to be remembered
how it was
to be in love with you.
Things are very fragile,
like once my heart was.
But what if they say is true:
“First love never dies.”
No, I can’t be true,
I’ve changed too much,
and so have you.
I haven’t heard from you,
for way too long,
to be able
to still love you, right.?
2 years have past,
since our last words were spoken.
Now you come knocking at my door,
telling me that you STILL love me?!
No,
I don’t love you anymore,
I have changed a lot,
I’m no longer the girl
that cut her wrists
because you left her.
Since a little while,
there finally runs
some confidence
through that girl’s veins.
And I’m not letting you break her again.
I don’t know if I love you,
Or if I do love
to be remembered
how it was
to be in love with you.
Things are very fragile,
like once my heart was.
But what if they say is true:
“First love never dies.”
No, I can’t be true,
I’ve changed too much,
and so have you.
I haven’t heard from you,
for way too long,
to be able
to still love you, right.?
2 years have past,
since our last words were spoken.
Now you come knocking at my door,
telling me that you STILL love me?!
No,
I don’t love you anymore,
I have changed a lot,
I’m no longer the girl
that cut her wrists
because you left her.
Since a little while,
there finally runs
some confidence
through that girl’s veins.
And I’m not letting you break her again.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 december 2006 | ||
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