wating for you to resque me...
Waiting for you to resque me…
Walking a way of sorrow,
Of regret,
Of the things I never had,
Felt in my entire life,
Walking forward to my end,
With a knife in my hand,
I know this is a short poem,
But can I ask you something?
Can you resque me from this way of sorrow and regret?
Can you resque me before my end?
Can you get the knife out of my hand?
Can you?
Please, Im begging you...
Walking a way of sorrow,
Of regret,
Of the things I never had,
Felt in my entire life,
Walking forward to my end,
With a knife in my hand,
I know this is a short poem,
But can I ask you something?
Can you resque me from this way of sorrow and regret?
Can you resque me before my end?
Can you get the knife out of my hand?
Can you?
Please, Im begging you...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| anita25: | Dinsdag, december 19, 2006 09:12 |
| heftig en pakkend. Heb er geen andere woorden voor. succes! liefs anita |
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| Auteur: DOA | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 december 2006 | ||
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