Trying to kill the time
Making planes out of thin paper,
Let helium balloons fill up your lungs,
Making drawings of the highest skyscrapers,
Hoping to get the right out of the wrongs,
Painting walls with shiny colours,
Pull the curtains, 'till they fall down,
Spending all of your precious dollars,
On nothing with a big prize on it, downtown,
Breaking glass to make art pieces,
Hanging feathers in your ear,
Wondering if you should try to find Jezus,
And if there is a God, who really is near,
We are counting the hours away,
The more that happens, the older we get,
And we do anything to keep the pain away,
Because as long as we breathe, it's not our time yet,
So we start making music when we really cannot sing,
And we may be small like minions, but can still feel like a king,
We are willing to do anything, anything we have this world to give,
But in order to have a life, you first must choose to live,
It's okay to play hide and seek,
Try to run away from your pain is not really a crime,
So do whatever you please,
While trying to kill the time.
Mickey Heart
| Me-randa: | Woensdag, november 02, 2016 18:14 |
| Sorry maar ik kan ze niet vertalen want dan kloppen ze niet meer | |
| Avr: | Woensdag, november 02, 2016 16:45 |
| Je schrijft, naar mijn mening, hele mooie gedichten in het Engels. Maar niet iedereen beheerst deze taal! Misschien kun je ze ook omzetten in het Nederlands? Is maar een idee! mvg Avr | |
| Avr: | Woensdag, november 02, 2016 16:28 |
| Mooi verwoord! Daarom is waarschijnlijk de To do list uitgevonden! mvg Avr | |
| Me-randa: | Woensdag, november 02, 2016 15:06 |
| Reageren mag hoor | |
| Auteur: Me-randa |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 02 november 2016 | ||
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