Engels gedicht zonder naam :s
 

You, you, you,
Have me being somewhere I though I'd never come to.
I would never arrive.
Do, do, do,
Not change yourself, 'cause the more that I give,
The more you rearrange life.
Or am I just living disguise?

Tomorrow morning I'll may be screaming,
Then I'll discover that I'm just dreaming.

Could it be that I made you,
That you've been created to,
Love me?
Could it be that you're not true,
That I always overdo,
Fantasies?

You, you, you,
Have me being someone I'd never been before.
Who, who, who,
Can give me the love that I am searching for?
I thought it was you.
Now you have me wanting to know.
No, I can't be dreaming,
Just have to find the meaning,
In you.







Tis vrij verwarrend gedicht maar zo voelde ik me ook toen ik het schreef! :rolleyes:

Ik vind het zwak, over de inhoud ga ik niet praten. Maar uw Engels is niet zo goed, of beter, het is niet goed in dit gedicht.

het is inderdaad niet zo indrukwekkend....beetje leeg en onbegrijpelijk

Danku