nameless girl
Here I am.
Standing.
With bleeding risks
And a knife in my hand.
That’s me.
That girl.
With no name.
Just that girl.
Blood is dropping down.
Slowly.
Deep cuts.
Are all over my.
That’s me.
That depressed girl.
With the dark eyes.
And bleeding risks.
That girl.
Is me.
Depressed.
Strange.
Different that the others.
‘cause she is me.
With secrets,
Cuts and scars.
That’s all you see.
A depressed, sad girl.
With blood.
And pain.
And lies.
That’s her.
That’s me.
That nameless girl
Standing.
With bleeding risks
And a knife in my hand.
That’s me.
That girl.
With no name.
Just that girl.
Blood is dropping down.
Slowly.
Deep cuts.
Are all over my.
That’s me.
That depressed girl.
With the dark eyes.
And bleeding risks.
That girl.
Is me.
Depressed.
Strange.
Different that the others.
‘cause she is me.
With secrets,
Cuts and scars.
That’s all you see.
A depressed, sad girl.
With blood.
And pain.
And lies.
That’s her.
That’s me.
That nameless girl
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The Mystery Pianist: | Donderdag, april 05, 2007 10:18 |
| But if you call her the nameless girl, then she does have a name! "the nameless girl". that''s how she is present. Shame to throw it away | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 maart 2007 | ||
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