• Het rijmt niet, en is ook niet mooi. Heb er niet eens over nagedacht. Maar het is gewoon alles wat net in me opkwam, hoe ik me voelde..

    Where should I start and how should I end
    Thousand open wounds are the reason for this poem
    That’s the first thing I want to tell
    And the mess in my head grows with every
    Word I manage to write down

    What the fuck have I said
    And why the hell did I keep things in
    It’s not like me, guess I’ve lost myself
    And I pretend to feel better by
    Enlarging this mess on paper

    What did I do wrong and is there even
    A part of me that’s right
    Cause everytime I’m sure there is, and something
    Blows that feeling away until I am
    A little drop of rain again

    My head is home to so many doubts
    And when questions are about to be
    Answered, somebody sucks the answers away
    And now all I got is some fucking words on paper
    But it’s just the way I feel right now

    [ bericht aangepast op 26 april 2011 - 18:02 ]


    Destiny is what you're supposed to do. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

    hm ik vind m nog best mooi hoor ;]

    Woow echt mooi!


    It's going to be difficult, but not impossible.

    Depulso schreef:
    Woow echt mooi!


    Thanks (:


    Destiny is what you're supposed to do. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

    Ik herken je gevoelens, je hebt ze mooi verwoordt. c:


    wth.