Live
Can I disappear in existence?
Can I fly in my wings?
Can I see in my eyes?
I seek the meaning of life..
I want to know what living is..
I am a living, beathing person..
But do I truly live life?
Does anyone really live?
Who really knows how to live?
Can I fly in my wings?
Can I see in my eyes?
I seek the meaning of life..
I want to know what living is..
I am a living, beathing person..
But do I truly live life?
Does anyone really live?
Who really knows how to live?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sara Folklore: | Vrijdag, december 10, 2010 12:36 |
Verdwijnen in je bestaan, streef je best niet na, hoe meer je weerstand biedt aan het leven, hoe moeilijker het wordt lijkt me... just be. |
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| Sara Folklore: | Vrijdag, december 10, 2010 12:34 |
| Die antwoorden zal je krijgen met de tijd! But when you fly you have to fly, and when you look you have to look. Groetjes Sara |
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| Autumn2: | Vrijdag, december 10, 2010 11:12 |
| Ik deel je gedachtengang, zit wat in... | |
| mucho*s gulle lach: | Vrijdag, december 10, 2010 10:57 |
| i do :D i want to be a beathiing person too |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 december 2010 | ||
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