Oh, if only I could be shallow
Drink, have fun, don't care
Live my little selfish life,
Lots to say, but none to share
Oh, if only I'd stop feeling
Shop, spend, and be entertained.
Go, and run, and play, play, play,
No goals, no thoughts, no way.
Still neither party nor flight,
Would stop my heart from bleeding.
Would keep my mind from worrying,
Would comfort, hold me tight.
Since love is why I bleed.
Love is why I worry,
keeps me awake at night.
I want to feel the love,
That comforts me,
And holds me tight,
That frightens me,
But keeps me warm,
And gets me through the night.
Soms komen de woorden in een songtekst. Of in een gedicht, zo je wilt. Soms.....En dan, dan komen ze hier. In mijn metrische hoekje. Versjes. Rijmpjes. Simpel.
donderdag 5 april 2012
dinsdag 3 april 2012
Proven right
A matter of definition,
one might say.
Of straightened out priorities,
at the end of the day.
I wanted to be wrong, so bad,
I nearly lost my sight.
However, it appears to me,
I'm clearly proven right.
one might say.
Of straightened out priorities,
at the end of the day.
I wanted to be wrong, so bad,
I nearly lost my sight.
However, it appears to me,
I'm clearly proven right.
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