with this anger in my mind
I know that I could burn you
just for old times sake
hear you scream like a baby
see your hair go up in flames
let the wind blow your ashes away
let freedom return where it began
no more lies, no more tears
but for all sake, no more you
give back our childhood
get out of our head, of our dreams
in this future, you don’t excist
you don't belong to life
your backstabbing arogance
creates an all surrounding stench
penetrating all the beauty
that you once told and made us
believe like it where our own words
the warmth of your arms, bed
was it al fake? a lie?
don’t pretend you did nothing wrong
your colours seemed beautiful
but the rotten part of your heart
made greed, a mortal thing
now suffering from your own deeds
the actions which made clear
who the real you always was
you are drowning in your filth
from the soul that haunted you
which always was your own
when you can’t look me in the eyes
I know that I have won
don’t even try to make things work
the misktakes you made
where just too ugly to oversee
your chapter in my life? closed.
09-11-05
Duo Marina van Vledder & Benjamin de Rooy
Marina van Vledder: | Woensdag, november 09, 2005 21:23 |
may he burn in hell. | |
katkaatje: | Woensdag, november 09, 2005 20:49 |
wauw dit was bina het mooiste gedicht ooit tranen komen gewoon naar boven, kon ik ook maar zo schrijven.... |
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fluffie: | Woensdag, november 09, 2005 20:40 |
punt.... dikke kus |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 09 november 2005 | ||
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