My lonely cry
without anyone knowing
I send my prayers to the sky,
without anyone realizing
I keep moping around of the why...
Without someone looking up
Seeking out for a glance down here
Without someone catching my vibes
I keep getting caught in sadness and fear
With no one who cares
my feeling fly on the flow of the wind
with no one who dares
Caught sobbing where the wind is taking me...
I caught myself feeling lonely
finding my feelings on the end of my sleeve
if those who are blind will deny to see
then should I still hope or believe?
I caught myself crying
I am finding there where I don't want
I am all alone there where no one is looking
I am here where no one sees
there where everyone forgets to reach out
A place where everyone forgets to look
someone who they can live without
some old forgotten book...
left out somewhere outside
I send my prayers to the sky,
without anyone realizing
I keep moping around of the why...
Without someone looking up
Seeking out for a glance down here
Without someone catching my vibes
I keep getting caught in sadness and fear
With no one who cares
my feeling fly on the flow of the wind
with no one who dares
Caught sobbing where the wind is taking me...
I caught myself feeling lonely
finding my feelings on the end of my sleeve
if those who are blind will deny to see
then should I still hope or believe?
I caught myself crying
I am finding there where I don't want
I am all alone there where no one is looking
I am here where no one sees
there where everyone forgets to reach out
A place where everyone forgets to look
someone who they can live without
some old forgotten book...
left out somewhere outside
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Clarice: | Woensdag, juni 23, 2021 21:30 |
| Mooi gedicht, niemand is graag een oud vergeten boek. Toch hebben ze soms veel waarde. Gts, Clarice | |
| Avr: | Donderdag, oktober 13, 2016 22:12 |
| Een droef mooi schrijven! Hopelijk weet je dit gevoel van eenzaamheid te doorbreken. Sterkte!mvg Avr | |
| teun hoek: | Donderdag, oktober 13, 2016 13:15 |
| eenzaamheid is frustrerend waarom in het engels is dat ook een brokje eenzaamheid ? h gr. th sterkte er is zoveel om ons heen. |
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 oktober 2016 | ||
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