Cry
Cry.
I cry because of all the people I have lost.
I cry for my self, because they can’t hear it.
And if they could, they would have said:
With crying, they won’t come back.
I cry because of all the sorrows in my head.
I cry because they won’t disappear.
And every time one is solved,
Two others refill it’s place.
I cry because of all the pain in my heart.
I cry because it’s the only way to let it out.
Every time I cry, some of that pain
Disappears with my tears.
that’s why I’m crying.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ~*louise*~: | Woensdag, juni 06, 2007 09:57 |
| hier ben ik even stil van.. zo mooi!! heel herkenbaar, en mooi geschreven. liefs loes |
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| *LoveLess*: | Maandag, februari 05, 2007 15:12 |
| wauw heel mooi en zo waar,, en heel erg herkenbaar voor mij,,, kuzzies en heel veel sterkte *LoveLess* | |
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| Auteur: Ameris | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 februari 2007 | ||
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