Hidden
You are always there,
if no one is.
You talk to me in my silence,
but you don’t answer my questions.
When I invite some friends you leave,
but you are already here.
When they close the door.
Sometimes I seek you in a crowd,
but then you stay hidden.
Sometimes I hate you,
but there is no way to kill,
Loneliness.
if no one is.
You talk to me in my silence,
but you don’t answer my questions.
When I invite some friends you leave,
but you are already here.
When they close the door.
Sometimes I seek you in a crowd,
but then you stay hidden.
Sometimes I hate you,
but there is no way to kill,
Loneliness.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Ana (stacia): | Donderdag, juni 27, 2002 21:11 |
| Well, you got my attention. I'm looking forward to reading more about your thoughts. liefs ana |
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| Auteur: grim reaper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juni 2002 | ||
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