Lost...
So tired off running away...
Away from myself...
Scared to stay..
Cause I'll never know..
Who I am and how I feel..
The next minute,or hour..
My heart pored in steel...
But it won't help...
So tired of feeling things..
Things,that I can't change..
Longing for two wings..
And just fly ,far away from myself....
To be who I want..
To have feelings those are really..
Real..
Away from myself...
Scared to stay..
Cause I'll never know..
Who I am and how I feel..
The next minute,or hour..
My heart pored in steel...
But it won't help...
So tired of feeling things..
Things,that I can't change..
Longing for two wings..
And just fly ,far away from myself....
To be who I want..
To have feelings those are really..
Real..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| David Matser: | Vrijdag, april 15, 2011 17:20 |
| "Fly away from here to anywhere, baby I don''t care. I hoor some dreams are out there somewhere" --Aerosmith Mooi herkenbaar geschreven! Liefs |
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| Auteur: **Kirsten** | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 maart 2011 | ||
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