It's so easy to write about painfull things...
that slowly falls
and whisper my fear
My body dies and turns to colourful leaves
and my mind is reflecting
all my disbelives
Death arrives, I have to go
I might be young
but I've never cared for the living show
Bury my ashes, plant over a tree
that the pain will disapare
I'm to blind to see
Angels of dawn is calling my spirit
life, a game
didn't know I was in it
Strength disapared like my lust for life
now I'm asking death
to let me be his wife
Somebody cares of course I know they do
and I really hope they know
I care for them too
But the angels are calling and I want to go
to the place I can rest
away from lifes show
Poetry by Bowjonozz
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Written on 2005-08-23 at 17:18
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In death is my peace
Like morningrain is my tearthat slowly falls
and whisper my fear
My body dies and turns to colourful leaves
and my mind is reflecting
all my disbelives
Death arrives, I have to go
I might be young
but I've never cared for the living show
Bury my ashes, plant over a tree
that the pain will disapare
I'm to blind to see
Angels of dawn is calling my spirit
life, a game
didn't know I was in it
Strength disapared like my lust for life
now I'm asking death
to let me be his wife
Somebody cares of course I know they do
and I really hope they know
I care for them too
But the angels are calling and I want to go
to the place I can rest
away from lifes show
Poetry by Bowjonozz
Read 1554 times
Written on 2005-08-23 at 17:18
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