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donderdag 1 januari 2009

Escape

I wrote this awfull poem a very long time ago, when I had a very unhealthy childhood friendship where my friend and I depended on each other too much. I wanted to post this poem as some sort of closure; even though the depth of my feelings never changed. Oh, and it's not literally about running away, it's about closing yourself off from everything around you.

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Disappear into the shadows with me
where we'll make life what we want it to be
Try to ignore the fuss and the fights
and leave behind the starless nights

And as we hold each other near,
as the only treasure we've ever held dear,
the only ones to see us
are the flowers beneath us

Because those that now surround us
already live without us
Overshadowing us like grey october clouds
filling us with anger and doubt

I promise to be here 'till the bitter end
For I cannot live without you, my friend
I only want to feel your heartbeat rise
and you'll never have to compromise
Trapped in our minds we'll stay
hold me close, as we dance the clouds away

~Aviva Creations

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  2. I wrote this small poem in reply:


    Come with me and we'll fight off the clouds
    And lead a life without shadows and doubts,
    We'll ignore the fuss and stare at the stars,
    When we've driven off the unbending bars.

    And leading this life without any fear,
    Know then, that I always be near,
    And everyone may see you and us,
    When we drive around in a cheerfull buzz.

    I promise there will be an end to the dark,
    For you will be as free and as stark,
    As anyone is who has grown to be old,
    Enough at least to fight off the cold,

    Be free and be happy in life's embrace,
    And give those dark thought an unending chase,
    Then light as a feather you will swing from the tree,
    You'll see, you'll see, how "happy" can be!

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