I will foresee
I cannot speak
Cause I’m to weak.
I killed the truth
About my youth.
I cannot speak
I try to seek
A reason why
For this lie.
There’s no pain
Cause I became
A youth less child
Acting wild.
Scratching my skin
To heal the pain within.
Weak enough to die
Without saying goodbye.
I will not leave
So this thieve
Can win his fight
In this cold night.
I will foresee
The end of me.
Cause I’m to weak.
I killed the truth
About my youth.
I cannot speak
I try to seek
A reason why
For this lie.
There’s no pain
Cause I became
A youth less child
Acting wild.
Scratching my skin
To heal the pain within.
Weak enough to die
Without saying goodbye.
I will not leave
So this thieve
Can win his fight
In this cold night.
I will foresee
The end of me.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Angel 0f Sin: | Woensdag, oktober 31, 2007 20:53 |
| Heel mooi geschreven. -xXx- |
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| trucker klaas: | Woensdag, oktober 31, 2007 19:29 |
| i will survive spreekt mij meer aan wel krachtig verwoord sterkte klaas |
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| Auteur: Evannah Una Brianna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 oktober 2007 | ||
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