No home
I have no home
it was taken from me
when I was very young
and I could not return
all my life
I have been searching
in all kinds of places
to find it again
I've searched my heart
searched my soul
searched my mind
I have searched all my tears
only to discover
that gaping hole
inside myself
which I could not fill up
people call me lonely
they think I'm strange
they see my anger
my scaring, screaming heart
they cannot help me
nor understand me
while all I need, is a place
to rest my weary head
upon your breast
near your heart
while you kiss my hair
and comfort me
zo lenig ben ik niet ;)
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ik heb hem weer gelezen, kippenvel...
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