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19-09-2011
Believe in Oneself
If you refuse to believe In the person in the mirror The mist you perceive Will grow thicker, come nearer
Refuse to believe And you will achieve The bitter taste of defeat
If you start to believe In the person in the mirror The mist that once clouded Will get clearer and clearer
Start to believe The one pulling your sleeve Is the world laying at your feet
Shaping it, honing it From the moment you start to believe
If you were the moon The wolf would be me Admiring how you paint the sky
I know you lit those stars for me And however beautiful they might be I pay them little mind As my gaze is set on you And how you glisten in my eye
You know none of that I can return Not even the smallest of gestures But how I try to reach out to you With all there is a simple wolf can do A howl at night to my friend in the sky And hoping some night you’d catch my eye
If you were the moon The wolf would be me Howling its deepest love for you And loving you I truly do
Lines crossing the corner of my mind On the crossings nothing you’ll find Perhaps a dot too small for you to notice A memory which I might cherish But to you of no importance
The sky brims with dots at night You may take notice because of their light But except for their glance they mean nothing to you And they go unnoticed just like dots do
You and me, we are all but a dot However you might see it not One day by a line they might connect As both our paths intersect And that tiny unimportant little dot Might be everything you wanted but have not
That small unimportant dot might be me Holding no importance but to those who wish to see