Empty, nothing, blank.
Strange things happen for no reason
I’d feel mucht better to know
knowing how to feel
Tears are just
Sad &
Just sometimes
A little more
I feel that I cry
But in fact it’s just knowing
Like 1+1 make 2
The ground slipped away under feet
that never touched a path
They promised me I wouldn’t feel a thing
& how I was a stupid kid back then
stupid enough to believe
we were able to decide
And while my phone rings
I feel that I won’t feel a thing
When this voice tells me goodbye
& I lay my head down to sleep
in a dreamless sleep
cause we don’t feel...
we just know which face to pull
It’s empty.
Nothing.
Blank.
I’d feel mucht better to know
knowing how to feel
Tears are just
Sad &
Just sometimes
A little more
I feel that I cry
But in fact it’s just knowing
Like 1+1 make 2
The ground slipped away under feet
that never touched a path
They promised me I wouldn’t feel a thing
& how I was a stupid kid back then
stupid enough to believe
we were able to decide
And while my phone rings
I feel that I won’t feel a thing
When this voice tells me goodbye
& I lay my head down to sleep
in a dreamless sleep
cause we don’t feel...
we just know which face to pull
It’s empty.
Nothing.
Blank.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mysticelfje: | Zondag, augustus 26, 2007 15:22 |
| I still like your work. ^_^ | |
| Sugared_Placebo: | Zondag, augustus 05, 2007 14:14 |
| And again you amaze me. Thanks for bringing some truth. Love, |
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| Oorlam: | Donderdag, juli 26, 2007 13:45 |
| pijnlijke conclusie, maar zo vaak waar | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: FrogCess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 juli 2007 | ||
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