using me
 

I’m just an object, just something to play,
I’m just nothing, just only by chance on your way
I’m the girl who really loves you,
And you treated me like you’ll for-ever love me too.

But all of this was just your game,
It makes me sick, makes me shame
I feel used like a fucking toy,
And wish you’ll ever stop , oh boy.

Never know I would accept you to go inside,
Never know there was so much that you hided
You fucked me, my soul and my heart,
You break me, take me, part by part.

Off course I liked it the way it went,
But that was only on that moment.
You made me laugh, you were sweet and nice,
But you were faking, that was a surprise

After that night you told me the truth,
I feld like I was pushed of a roof
You are the one which made me cry,
You are the one who wants me to beg and try.

While I’m sick of your fucking game
I still love you and keep whispering your name.
I will try and, I’ll stay blue,
Just to hope that someday you love me too.


commentaar is dus *tja ook in dit gedicht* harstikke welkom,

oja, misschien ergeren mensen zich aan mijn taalgebruik, maar dit heb ik net geschreven toen ik heel boos was, als je je er aan ergert wil ik het best veranderen.

liefs,

Ik erger me er eigenlijk aan dat je verleden tijd en tegenwoordige tijd allemaal door elkaar gebruikt. Verder zit het best goed in elkaar, maar kzal de foutjes ff onderstrepen, dan heb je er tenminste iets aan :p

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I’m just an object, just something to play.
I’m just nothing, just only by chance on your way.
I’m the girl who really loves you
and you treated me like you’ll forever love me too.

But all of this was just your game,
it makes me sick, makes me shame.
I feel used like a fucking toy
and wish you’ll ever stop , oh boy.

Never knew I would accept you to go inside.
Never knew there was so much that you hided.
You fucked me, my soul and my heart.
Youbroke me, took me, part by part.

Off course I liked it the way it went,
but that was only on that moment.
You made me laugh, you were sweet and nice,
but you were faking, that was a surprise.

After that night you told me the truth.
I felt like I was pushed of a roof.
You are the one which made me cry,
You are the one who wants me to beg and try.

While I’m sick of your fucking game,
I still love you and keep whispering your name.
I will try and, I’ll stay blue,
just to hope that someday you love me too.

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alles wat onderstreept is waren typfoutjes en wat schuingedrukt is zou ik weglaten. Ook zou ik als ik jou was iets aan de laatste zin van de 1e strofe doen, die is gewoon te lang.

"t is niet zo mee hé? Of vind je zelf van wel?
Ik hoop voor jou dat dit meer iets was om je emoties te uiten dan een poging tot dichten.
Probeer eerst eens in het Nederlands...

het klopt inderdaad dat ik dit gedicht heb gebruikt om mijn gevoelens te uiten, en ook zeker niet om een poging tot dichten te doen..haha..

de reden van "dichten" is bij mij ook om mijn gevoelens te uiten, zo verwerk ik ze makkelijk..

en hartstikke bedankt voor het commentaar, ik ga er aan werken !!

liefs,