Flaws of thoughts
My body may bruise.
My soul still untouchable.
This life fake for me.
Most of the people only driven by the things that they see.
I'm trying to twist and turn... but my emotions stay firm.
I've got a line with the all known.
Just see me sitting on my made up throne.
Talking in melodies of the sky.
I know that after this life we won't die.
Words or whispers talking out loud.
Thoughts of him and her making us proud.
Call me stupid...call me weak.
It's the magic that I seek.
Inspiration as a bird flying to me.
I'm catching it as you can see.
No answers just me and you.
Where together... and being together
is all we could do.
My soul still untouchable.
This life fake for me.
Most of the people only driven by the things that they see.
I'm trying to twist and turn... but my emotions stay firm.
I've got a line with the all known.
Just see me sitting on my made up throne.
Talking in melodies of the sky.
I know that after this life we won't die.
Words or whispers talking out loud.
Thoughts of him and her making us proud.
Call me stupid...call me weak.
It's the magic that I seek.
Inspiration as a bird flying to me.
I'm catching it as you can see.
No answers just me and you.
Where together... and being together
is all we could do.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| David de Vreer: | Woensdag, december 14, 2011 22:35 |
| ken het gevoel | |
| balance-bianca86: | Dinsdag, december 13, 2011 22:12 |
| me and god |
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