Plastic sky
And so they tell me
I’m the one free
Singled to the bone
But having a string of commitment
Lashed around my heart
Inside the bed I find him
Broken and alone
Some kind of angel took him
Changed to leave the chrome
And his hair got different
Less poofy then it was
Not a string hanging wrong
He got to perfect for me
Clear it all away girl
You’ve lost
And as I lay down
Reality becomes clearer
Closed doors get open
And my heart fits the butterfly
Locked up in a jar of glass
Winding off my eyes
But nothing can be seen
Thru the wholes made to breath
in the only sky I’ll notice
The plastic cover of the jar
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 12:15 |
| Oh..en had ik al gezegd dat ik de titel formidabel vind? ;-) | |
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, augustus 24, 2005 12:14 |
| Lang geleden hé? Wat een superdichtje, this is.. "And his hair got different, Less poofy then it was" Hihi..heel grappig geformuleerd! And I love the way you compare yourself with a butterfly trapped in a jar! It's really great! I love this poem..En die laatste zin, everything is soo lovely! Het is echt superorigineel gevonden! Echte klasse, meis! Het was heerlijk om nog eens iets van jou te kunnen lezen, Frozy. You deserve more credit! Je eeuwige fan, The unreachable | |
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| Auteur: FrozenScar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 april 2005 | ||
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