i salute thee
I am the silence on the street
I am the footsteps of your feet
I am the bullet in the wall
I am the pcture right before your fall
I am the wind blowing through the trees
I am the bitch which brought you on your knees
I am the tears running down on your cheek
I am the missing piece which you seek
I am the dark in your lightened days
I am the slap on your face
I am the pain whoch you never felt before
I am you asking me for more
I am the garbage which you tossed out
I am the one thing that couldn't make you proud
My father ; I salute thee
These are the last words you will hear of me
I am the footsteps of your feet
I am the bullet in the wall
I am the pcture right before your fall
I am the wind blowing through the trees
I am the bitch which brought you on your knees
I am the tears running down on your cheek
I am the missing piece which you seek
I am the dark in your lightened days
I am the slap on your face
I am the pain whoch you never felt before
I am you asking me for more
I am the garbage which you tossed out
I am the one thing that couldn't make you proud
My father ; I salute thee
These are the last words you will hear of me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ana (stacia): | Donderdag, december 14, 2006 13:27 |
| Het is een aangename verrassing dit te lezen. Goedlopend ritme. Yeah yeah ... I like it. liefs ana |
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| Auteur: Dehumanize_My_Heart | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 december 2006 | ||
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