Paint the man, cut the lines
Paint the man, cut the lines
Cut the rope then jump the line,
Reverse the words, the end of time.
For if the soul floats away,
Silent echo, remains to stay.
Music held by fragile scales,
Court of words, when silence prevails.
As the weight counts down to one,
What has been said, cant be undone.
Shadow haunts the silent halls,
Gliding fog, soft caress of walls.
Seeping under narrow cracks,
Devouring all bright moonbeam specs.
Guilt like stricken, heart of fire,
Cage of words, syllables aspire.
Break the walls, set back the flame,
Let sorrow be gone, like the name.
Heavy words upon the heart,
No pushing back to pass the start.
His breath away, seconds nine,
Betrayed by words, how thin the line.
Silver streaks, full of regret,
By certain lies the lips have said.
Fault was missing in the deed,
Just cut the rope, the silent plead.
Reageer (7)
gewoon pragtig ik kan zelf geen engels maar iemand heeft het voor gelzen voor me...
1 decennium geledensupper mooixD
Damn, wat prachtig
1 decennium geledenWauw, ik ben sprakeloos.
1 decennium geledenDit gedicht is... perfect.
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1 decennium geledenJij kan zo mooi dichten
dit is echt een prachtig gedicht, ik ben ademloos
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