Silently, secretly...
Hidden away in a corner,
Silently, secretly crying.
No one can see my tears,
for they are my weakness.
My broken heart pounds,
aching with each breath.
But I have to keep on going,
even if there's nothing left.
Hiding from the outside world,
the truth feels like a dream.
Safely in my own corner,
I can hold on to my heart's wish.
I fear having to face the truth,
that awaits outside the door.
And then it's time to return,
back to the world I now fear.
Having to face the reality,
of you not being here.
My heart stopped beating,
for I have left it behind;
Hidden away in a corner,
Silently, secretly aching.
Silently, secretly crying.
No one can see my tears,
for they are my weakness.
My broken heart pounds,
aching with each breath.
But I have to keep on going,
even if there's nothing left.
Hiding from the outside world,
the truth feels like a dream.
Safely in my own corner,
I can hold on to my heart's wish.
I fear having to face the truth,
that awaits outside the door.
And then it's time to return,
back to the world I now fear.
Having to face the reality,
of you not being here.
My heart stopped beating,
for I have left it behind;
Hidden away in a corner,
Silently, secretly aching.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Werner Domroese: | Woensdag, november 04, 2009 02:19 |
| This reminds me of ''There are no secrets, except the secrets that keep themselves'' -- your tears may hide, but your sorrow does not, and therein lies a secret strength to cope with such agonizing pain and grief. | |
| switi lobi: | Vrijdag, oktober 23, 2009 23:40 |
| Liefdesverdriet.. haakt haakt in je hart. Liefs, switi lobi |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 23 oktober 2009 | ||
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