as I smile into the mirror
my reflection falls to pieces
wheeping; trembling
silently staring into the dark
a tear follows his path below
trying to bring back life inside
this dying, mourning soul of me
a girl that used to taste the world
but all her power has emptied
left her unbeknownst to fear
in a world she never knew
and will never leave again..
16 Augustus 2006
Nachzehrer: | Woensdag, augustus 16, 2006 13:02 |
Prachtig! Er hangt een vlaag van woede rond dit gedicht. Ik kan de woede voelen. Intens... |
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Auteur: Lianne van Kesteren | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 augustus 2006 | ||
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