A world full of feelings,
that you have never felth.
A world full of words,
that you have never spoken.
A world that not yet have seen you,
for what you really are.
A world not worthy of your breath,
so you leave.
Flying high,
touching stars,
dancing in the sky,
sitting on the moon.
And as you cry, it starts to rain.
Soaking you in misery,
washing you with pain.
Love is a lie.
I catch your tears with my lips.
I kiss your sorrows, share your pain.
And will hold you, untill you are no longer affraid.
I will teach you those feelings.
I will give you those words.
I will show you you're not alone.
Together, sitting on the moon.
And as we smile, the rain, it stops,
and it fills you with hope.
We close our eyes, and leave.
Flying high,
touching the stars,
dancing in the sky.
Leave, and I will teach you how to breathe again..
Dit gedicht verdient een voetnoot: ik schreef dit toen ik dertien was (ik ben achtien nu) voor een verslaafde vriend. ik kwam het laatst toevallig tegen. Het betekend voor mij persoonlijk veel, dus ik wou het graag posten.