The woman in the mirror
The woman in the mirror
Starry night, I lay in bed,
Thoughts go 'round, inside my head,
The woman in the mirror and I, have finally met,
And I want to live, but she wants me dead,
So I hide from her, while burning bridges,
In order, never to look back,
I'm closing doors, and I'm choosing different paths,
In hope that she'll lose track,
But why am I trying to fool myself,
It's not like she's going anywhere,
She sits in a chair, sipping on a cocktail of my pain,
And she is staying there,
Deep inside of me, the place where no one ever went,
Is where she protects her space,
Making it impossible for me to move on,
She will pull at my feet until I fall on my face,
The woman in the mirror refuses to talk to me,
We play Russian roulette, no more truth or dare,
And she can't wait to shoot a bullet in my heart,
But she doesn't remember, that it's already there...
Mickey Heart
Starry night, I lay in bed,
Thoughts go 'round, inside my head,
The woman in the mirror and I, have finally met,
And I want to live, but she wants me dead,
So I hide from her, while burning bridges,
In order, never to look back,
I'm closing doors, and I'm choosing different paths,
In hope that she'll lose track,
But why am I trying to fool myself,
It's not like she's going anywhere,
She sits in a chair, sipping on a cocktail of my pain,
And she is staying there,
Deep inside of me, the place where no one ever went,
Is where she protects her space,
Making it impossible for me to move on,
She will pull at my feet until I fall on my face,
The woman in the mirror refuses to talk to me,
We play Russian roulette, no more truth or dare,
And she can't wait to shoot a bullet in my heart,
But she doesn't remember, that it's already there...
Mickey Heart
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mr. Plokky: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 19:43 |
| Mooi geschreven. Ik hoop dat jullie elkaar langzaam toch accepteren. Groetjes | |
| Stroejaro: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 18:23 |
| Heel erg knap op deze manier verwoord! | |
| september: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 14:11 |
| Ik vind het vooral heel goed geschreven. Sterk in de woordkunst en dan nog in het Engels. Klasse. Liefs | |
| Clarice: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 12:39 |
| Iedereen heeft zo'n stemmetje dat tegenwerkt...probeer wat tegengewicht te bieden door iets positief (van jezelf) te zeggen als je in de spiegel kijkt! Dat is er vast ook! Veel moed en gts, Clarice | |
| Avr: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 07:58 |
| Treurig, zo'n zelfvernietiging!Hoop toch nog veel mooie gedichten van je te lezen! Sterkte! mvg Avr | |
| Janny Scheybeler de Jonge: | Woensdag, oktober 26, 2016 05:12 |
| jammer ik ken onvoldoende engels zal best mooi zijn hoor goede morgen |
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| Auteur: Me-randa |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 oktober 2016 | ||
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