Fear.
I am afraid, every single day,
afraid that there will be a time,
that we have nothing more to say.
I am scared, every single day,
scared that there will be a time,
that I have to pay,
pay the price for the love I feel,
pay for everything I destroyed,
pay and knowing, the wounds will never heal.
I am afraid, that I will never have your love,
afraid, that forever I will be drowning,
that I will cry more tears than there are stars above.
I am scared, that you will never be mine,
scared that life will have no meaning anymore,
that I must live my life pretending that I'm doing just fine.
Fear, the feeling that I have,
fear, this drug called love.
I fear that this will kill me.
Pyro: | Woensdag, november 10, 2004 04:20 |
Foutje! You're NOT frightened of all those other things.. (In my opinion dan he ;)) | |
Pyro: | Woensdag, november 10, 2004 04:19 |
I think you're just afraid of the fear, you're frightened of all those other things. You're just afraid to bé frightened. Try to gain your fears, and you'll be fine. Just fine. With love, Pyro |
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Adinse: | Donderdag, november 04, 2004 20:47 |
Sterk en krachtig gedicht Net als de andere |
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liesiepetiesie*: | Donderdag, november 04, 2004 14:21 |
wauw! mooi gedicht! die angst is er een die er niet zou moge zijn, maar spijtig genoeg vaak is:s maar probeer tege die angst te vechte en zet die angst om naar hoop.. je komt er wel:) XxX |
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