~My Bleeding Heart~
 

zulle wel aantal foutjus instaan denkik, khattem ff afgeraffeld, en bij sommige zinnen wis k ff niet hoek ze inmekaar moes zette:)



when i turned my head, i felt a knife right through my heart, it started to bleed.
i couldn't believe, i asked myself why, no answers, indeed.
my fuzzy eyes were staring, full of unbelieve and pain, but i don't think you cared.
or maybe you didn't saw me, or maybe you were just tired of me, anyway, you dared.
i felt i could throw up, i turned around and closed my eyes.
i couln't get a word out of my mouth, or else i would tell sweet deceiving lies.

a tear rolling on my cheek, i looked again, my eyes were red.
you were gone, she was gone, one second i wished you both were dead.
ofcourse i didn't mean, but i t hurted me so much, like i felt before
i tried to push away my feelings, and with my heart still bleeding i walked to the door.
wept my tears away, but my eyes were still burning, reflecting my pain.
visualizing i was dancing in the moonlight , in the bitter rain.

then you stood right in front of me, you said we should go home, i felt bad.
again i could throw up, i was angry and sad.
but i said yes and swallowed one more time
you act like there was nothing between us, like there was nothing going on, well, fine!
you were talking and talking, i didn't said a word, hoped you felt my pain.
so you could for once understand, and for once not being stuck in your own vain.

"in your own vain" hoe moet ik dat zien?

redelijk gedicht wel, vanwege taalgebruik en de oprechte emotie die ik enigzins betreur maar niet volop rekening gehouden met ritme en dat vind ik jammer.

met in your own vain bdoelik zow van 'in je eigen ijdelheid, in je eigen egoïsme' zeg maar :o