Eyes whisper like little Childs
When closed cheeks run up that hill
The progress slips thru her pink doors
And he makes her wish something they can’t fulfil
She stays down her palace
Walking on the stairs, tear by tear
Slowly she picks up her fallen roses
When time made her go mad thru fear
On her bed she cries the pillow red
But kept saying to him she feels fine
Can’t he see she’s so weak with him?
But without that all it won’t be right
Heavy doors close in her face
A million dreams lie broken on the floor
However she steps into dreamland
With a knife next to her tear which she tries to ignore
Fallen on her knees she feels it
The unbearable pain of being alone
But why would she tell him what she feels
The little things that will take him down
With her tears as a blanket
She sleeps on the lying floor
Do you see she made you king
Of things that are only given for more
You’ve reached her heart
Now please, let her lead the way Softly!
You know her tears won’t make you better…
sick suicide: | Woensdag, november 17, 2004 11:38 |
nu moet ik echt een paar traantjes laten prachtig. dikke knuf en kus |
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Bell: | Dinsdag, november 16, 2004 16:53 |
Hey Elfjuh... echt zoooo ontzettend prachtig, ik werd helemaal meegesleept in deze poem... net wat teared out zegt, dr zijn geen woorden voor... Take Care. With love.. Bell |
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Twisted Angel: | Dinsdag, november 16, 2004 15:36 |
wauw dit is egt super mooi egt pragtig :) xxx TwistedAngel |
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Teared Out: | Dinsdag, november 16, 2004 14:40 |
En ik kan gewoon géén goeie woorden vinden.. =$ It's just like a hit in my face, this poem.. (maar dan wel positief!!) En ik vind 'm geweldig mooi, en dat is dan nog maar zwak uitgedrukt. Dankjewel ;) Heel veel warme knuffels voor jou, ik hoop dat je er een beetje uit kunt komen!! =) |
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Auteur: FrogCess | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 november 2004 | ||
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