Thinking ©
And when i sleep, tomorrow comes.
Tomorrow, is what i fear.
Can’t stand still,
And i can’t move on.
Trying to wrap my mind around it.
Don’t know what to hold on to,
When i’m falling.
And everything on the way down,
Hits me in the face.
Yet i have everything,
And still feel so empty.
Staring in the void.
Thinking.
-Beautiful-©
Tomorrow, is what i fear.
Can’t stand still,
And i can’t move on.
Trying to wrap my mind around it.
Don’t know what to hold on to,
When i’m falling.
And everything on the way down,
Hits me in the face.
Yet i have everything,
And still feel so empty.
Staring in the void.
Thinking.
-Beautiful-©
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Beautiful: | Maandag, november 24, 2014 19:59 |
| snap niet waarom mijn tekst tegenwoordig altijd op een hoopje staat ipv onder mekaar.. | |
| Janny Scheybeler de Jonge: | Zondag, november 09, 2014 00:45 |
| alles komt goed lekker slapen gaan hoor!! |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 09 november 2014 | ||
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