Lost glory
A fearfull spirit
In a damaged body
Nothing else but scars
Lost are the beautiful parts
Every piece has his own story
Buried in his own glory
Disappeared in his own art
It all just felt apart.
The lights went out
Water splashed everything away
Sun took place for a rainy day
Fog turned everything into gray
The dramatic story
Finished with an aweful end
Had some brilliant scenes
Which no one will ever understand
Reacties op dit gedicht
| **ylka: | Maandag, april 07, 2008 21:09 |
| kippenvel.. | |
| RealMe: | Dinsdag, april 01, 2008 19:46 |
| dankje...alleen voor mijn gevoel kloppen die thema''s nog niet helemaal.... maar weet ff niet welke wel passen.. hmm.. | |
| Elenore De Groote: | Dinsdag, april 01, 2008 19:13 |
| Chique! Indrukwekkend. Liefs, Elenore xxx |
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| Br0ken_R00sje: | Dinsdag, april 01, 2008 18:20 |
| Stilmakend mooi Sterkte x |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 maart 2008 | ||
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