Underground umbrella
Unchain my rain of teardrops into the lane
I have felt so sole in the hole of the damned asshole
I've dazed too often the amazed people who thought I'm just a waste of time
In town I felt like a ridiculous clown who was laughed at on the distant lawn
The sewer rat made me sweat when he told he got bled by the city cat
His torn tail appeared to be the tale of a whale of a wonderland scale
I felt like being drowned and dethroned by the endless sea of sinking suns that run aground
I used to be a universal limelight at a height that's too bright for my potential bride
Trying to keep both my feet on the ground is sound to be nominated for the lost and found
Living in the sewerage feels like a safe cage that protects me against the rage of living on stage
Right between the eyes while admitting my lies will give me alibies for ladies who will melt my ice
So I have to get up awake and stop the earthquake of my trembing heart that's at stake after love's mistake
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Darius: | Donderdag, maart 15, 2007 22:03 |
| oke, volgens mij snap ik het. Een grootheidswaanzin maar een minderwaardigheidscomplex óver je grootheidswaanzin wanneer het op liefde aankomt... Am I right? You are one complicated dude! |
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| Rebelle: | Vrijdag, februari 02, 2007 16:16 |
| Krachtig geschreven. Het gevecht van loslaten, voor iets nieuws. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 februari 2007 | ||
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