The right pad
Everything is black,
And it is so hard to be white.
Calling from hell,
But not hearing it in heaven.
Asking for releaf,
But not getting it.
Breathing so loud,
I can’t think anymore.
I tried once again,
But failed more.
Is trying so hard?
Or is failing so easy?
And it is so hard to be white.
Calling from hell,
But not hearing it in heaven.
Asking for releaf,
But not getting it.
Breathing so loud,
I can’t think anymore.
I tried once again,
But failed more.
Is trying so hard?
Or is failing so easy?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Skydancer: | Dinsdag, december 13, 2011 23:35 |
| Je stelt de juiste vragen. Het antwoord is voor iedereen persoonlijk denk ik. Denk wel even om de spelling. Greets and a nice night, Skydancer. |
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| mucho: | Dinsdag, december 13, 2011 20:59 |
| het beste pad is het pad wat je gaat je verdwaalt nooit als je maar blijft lopen:) |
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| Auteur: EmmaC | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 december 2011 | ||
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