tears
I look in the mirror,
I see a face with tears.
When I look closer, I reconize myself.
I'm crying like a little child.
I can't help it.
The only thing I want to do,
is hiding myself in a corner, my face burried into my hands and die slowely
I see a face with tears.
When I look closer, I reconize myself.
I'm crying like a little child.
I can't help it.
The only thing I want to do,
is hiding myself in a corner, my face burried into my hands and die slowely
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sammie Beltane: | Donderdag, juni 11, 2009 23:59 |
| Blessed be wijffie, ik weet wat je doormaakt, je mag er zijn hè dat weet je ... weet je nog Nietzsche''s filosofisch gezegde: what doesn''t kill you makes you stronger! jij bent sterk want je weet wat je voelt tenminste en je huilt ... huilen op zijn tijd is goed ...:D dan kan daarna het zonnetje weer gaan schijnen, wijffie ik ben er voor je, je weet toch!!! Veel liefs Sammie en huggies xxx | |
| wiccagirl: | Donderdag, juni 11, 2009 22:41 |
| their are no exact rules for wicca, and I write a lot with I because mostly the poems are from deep in my heart / straight from my heart, well except life on the streets, that was an assignement. :) X | |
| Lion10cc: | Donderdag, juni 11, 2009 19:02 |
| that''s against the rules of wicca ain''t it . still my eye sees a lot of I''s , try to avoid to lot of I in your poem still nicely written with sincere greetings leon | |
| Stip: | Donderdag, juni 11, 2009 13:54 |
| droef gedichtje herkenbaar gevoel sterkte stipje |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juni 2009 | ||
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