Statues
I already miss you
Your name was fade away by the sea
now you are fading away in the sea
I will never hold your hand,
I just know it.
In the ocean,
you have your own creatures.
And I’m not one of them.
They are all perfect,
but with a fringe of cruelness
He’s holding your hand,
but look out my love
He won’t let you go.
Your hand always in his;
like statues.
Statues on the bottem
of your pool of illusion
And I can’t reach it
Because when I touch the water
The creatures will come and get me.
Your hand forever in his.
Is that what you want?
Your name was fade away by the sea
now you are fading away in the sea
I will never hold your hand,
I just know it.
In the ocean,
you have your own creatures.
And I’m not one of them.
They are all perfect,
but with a fringe of cruelness
He’s holding your hand,
but look out my love
He won’t let you go.
Your hand always in his;
like statues.
Statues on the bottem
of your pool of illusion
And I can’t reach it
Because when I touch the water
The creatures will come and get me.
Your hand forever in his.
Is that what you want?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Lily May Parker: | Dinsdag, augustus 05, 2008 08:38 |
| a beautiful poem Mary Sue, the sadness is so real in every word... love Lily May xxxxxx |
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| anguissette: | Maandag, augustus 04, 2008 22:26 |
| So it seems.. | |
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| Auteur: Mary_Sue | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 augustus 2008 | ||
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