Trade my life / Rain

[A loved one]

Could I trade my soul
For a sunny life?

Or remove the fear
From this trembling spirit
Surrounding me, all over me
Like the rain that used to be my friend

Should I have been sorry
For the times I did not smile?
Or should I feel sad
For the times I pretended to be happy?

The rain used to be my friend
It covered my whole body as if it was one
That was not harmed or hurt
It cleaned the worries of my face
But now they stay

Clouds are passing by
No sun to be seen
But my skin is still too tensed
To let you get nearby

Sometimes I wish to disappear in my own loneliness, or to vanish in my pain, that I do not own. Pain is relative; it hurts when you touch me, but the pain I get from the looks on their faces is worse. Does anyone know real pain? What is real pain? If it does excist, did it ever touch me? I cannot think at this moment; it seems my brain has left me, too, just like a loved one of mine did. Could he help it? Can you fight Death? In the movies they can, ever seen Final Destination? But they died in the end as well.
Shall we try, to live a life the way we want to? Just to challenge Death?


I'd still like to trade my life

But for what?

Love

[Gothic]

Should I have been sorry
For the times I did not smile?
Or should I feel sad
For the times I pretended to be happy?

dit raakt mij het meest. Vind ik een goed stukje.

Verder vind ik het einde erg rakend (is niet goede woord ). Einde sluit heel goed af, en laat het ook weer open, je gaat er over nadenken ofzo, zoiets...

goed gedicht

[A loved one]

Bedankt

Love

[A loved one]

Boven

Love

[A loved one]

Love