Pulling Out My Insides is een verzameling van zelfgeschreven gedichten. Het ene al wat persoonlijker dan het andere. Deze blog is enkel gecreëerd om mijn gedichten toegankelijker te maken voor de mensen die ze graag lezen. Commentaar of kritiek is altijd welkom, maar houdt het beschaafd.
14-09-2011
Dots
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
