• Wederom een gedicht dat zou een soundtrack zou kunnen worden voor een verhaal dat ik schrijf.

    Battlesongs

    All my words were battlesongs
    And none of them were lies.
    All my friends sung what I said,
    And none of them were right.

    All my words were sharp as swords,
    Swords of those who had been wronged.
    All my words were fierce like voices,
    Voices of those who had been gone.

    Now no mistakes I can afford to make,
    Since their leader, I’ve become.
    And their fate is in my hands,
    Since all my words were battlesongs.


    We dwaalden en verdwaalden en noemden sterren naar onszelf.

    Damn, deze is mooi!


    so if you care to find me, look to the western sky, as someone told me lately: everyone deserves a chance to fly

    Derks schreef:
    Damn, deze is mooi!
    dankje:)


    We dwaalden en verdwaalden en noemden sterren naar onszelf.




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