Every string of strength
is now hanging me
Have you ever tried to fight?
A feeling deep inside
A candle just to hide
The blackness that is changing tide
I’ve been fighting for a life
Guiding my knife
But in your heart I’ll be the better one
And thru the
My heart began to refill
With tears of regretted sorrow
A gloomy shadow drowned to kill
Shaking over lashes of cold tears
I’m not death, instead
I’m as real as I could be
But I feel me, like a misplaced figure
In a novel with my own breaking threat
While I’m drowning in my pain
There’s a road slipping by
I missed your hand, I’ve had a change
No looking back on a black slaved cry
A dead road keeps his part
In the play of my illusion
The rain keeps on falling down
But will not kiss my hidden fusion
A memory fades inside my meaningless face
“Will I Make It… ”
Wicked Soul: | Zondag, augustus 29, 2004 20:05 |
OF COURSE YOU WILL!!! En ik zal Melo een handje helpen als dat nodig blijkt. !KIPPENVELGEDICHT! Verschrikkelijk mooi. Maar dat zijn we ondertussen stilaan gewend. :);) Warm embrace, -Lien.- |
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Melodramatically: | Zaterdag, augustus 28, 2004 19:33 |
You will make it! And if not I'll drag you till you make it! Gesnopen? ^_^ Liefs, Melo |
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~*Woepiej*~: | Zaterdag, augustus 28, 2004 19:12 |
NATUURLIJk REDJE HET!!!!!!! | |
Fri..: | Zaterdag, augustus 28, 2004 12:39 |
woow... zo prachtig gedicht.. You will make it Liefs en sterkte Fri.. |
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Auteur: FrogCess | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 28 augustus 2004 | ||
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