feedback of death
feedback of death
If I count the times
That I’ve stood on the edge
The edge of life
Beginning of despair
The edge of a building
With the ground luring
My fear of heights
My lack of guts
A knife in my hand
The idea of death
While I faint
with the first sign of blood
If I count the times
That I’ve said goodbye
Without the thought
Of coming back
And now I’m with you
and I thank my shortcomings
Cause they’ve stopped me
From what I wanted to do
If I count the times
That I’ve stood on the edge
The edge of life
Beginning of despair
The edge of a building
With the ground luring
My fear of heights
My lack of guts
A knife in my hand
The idea of death
While I faint
with the first sign of blood
If I count the times
That I’ve said goodbye
Without the thought
Of coming back
And now I’m with you
and I thank my shortcomings
Cause they’ve stopped me
From what I wanted to do
Reacties op dit gedicht
| marousha: | Zondag, juni 02, 2002 12:06 |
| you truly love him don't you. ik wist het al wel maar nu realiseer ik me dat het meer is dan ik dacht. mooi geschreven trouwens. veel liefs *your friend for ever* | |
| MayadeBij: | Woensdag, mei 08, 2002 23:57 |
| Ik kan hier helemaal stil van worden, want dat is de ultieme kracht van Liefde, de Wens om te Leven.. | |
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| Auteur: kochansky | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 mei 2002 | ||
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