Forgiven
forgiven
Dear possessions
Filled with memories rising
like the ancient
iron curtain
you enter my thoughts
so irrelevantly
incapable of
recapturing the trust we
have
had
we still are...
My friend
i mean you no harm
But the mind is to be
fed
This curtain
will never rise
this box is not
to be opened
yet i have
forgiven
Filled with memories rising
like the ancient
iron curtain
you enter my thoughts
so irrelevantly
incapable of
recapturing the trust we
have
had
we still are...
My friend
i mean you no harm
But the mind is to be
fed
This curtain
will never rise
this box is not
to be opened
yet i have
forgiven
Reageer (4)
It is good! (:
1 decennium geledenAlleen één dingetje, het moet mean zijn en niet meen, but it is still good! Ik kan echt niet goed in het Engels dichten (:
Love your poems!!!
1 decennium geledenja je hebt gelijk ik heb het even aangepast
1 decennium geledenSupermooi! Maar is het niet opened in plaats van opend?
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