"Sleep changes nothing"
 

"Sleep changes nothing"


She stands there
pondering away
she contemplates her day

This day, it took so long
no one helped her live it
but she doesn't know that's wrong

This little boy, he drives her insane
she can't stop thinking about him
she can't breathe without him

All of the day travels so slow
too slow to enjoy it.
her moments with him do not give any more
those moments fly, they soar

Slowly she undresses
with him on her mind
thinking how much they're one of a kind

And when she's done undressing
she gets into bed
and tucks herself in with the words he's said

It's true what they say:
tomorrow is another day
but sleep does you nothing, little girl

poeh..heel herkenbaar...vooral na afgelopen nacht...jeetje...heel mooi geschreven..het loopt niet echt heel vloeiend maar toch leest het wel lekker (ja lekker duidelijk ;))

Dank je, appreciate it. Sja, soms lopen mijn dingetjes voor andere mensen niet lekker, terwijl ze met het metrum dat ik in gedachten had juist wel weer lekker vloeiend lopen. 't Is maar net wat je in gedachten hebt?

mooi, herkenbaar

leest alleen per regel weer anders.. van vloeiende regels naar niet vloeiende.. wel mooooi! (y) :D