Morning thoughts
To some friend who thinks he knows why
I cry myself to sleep
I whisper every morning
A secret that I keep
That I hurt myself to ensure
You're not the only one who can
To fill the emptiness you left
To forget I have no plan
Sometimes I can only breathe in
Not out because I’m scared
You're satisfied with your lonely life
Just like you never cared
Don’t tell me to remember things like
Compliments you made
Because you hurt me to
To think you’re nice makes me afraid
I wish a fire would wake me up
In stead of a black blanket of dust
That makes me want to close my eyes and say
It was my fatal flaw to trust
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Solitary: | Zondag, september 14, 2008 13:40 |
| liefde is een moeilijk iets. Het kan heel mooi zijn, maar als iemand zo dichtbij je is, kan die je wel extra pijn doen. Sterkte! De zon zal weer schijnen | |
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| Auteur: -Stil | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 september 2008 | ||
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