Heey bloggers,
Overlaatst vond ik een gedichtje terug tussen al mijn spullen. Ik zeg bewust niet 'rommel' want dat is het niet! Mijn kamer is misschien wel een tikkeltje (lees: een serieuze tikkel) rommelig maar er ligt geen rommel! Hoe dan ook, ik vond dit. Een tweetal jaar geleden geschreven gedichtje over sprookjes..
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I didnt really believe in fairytales,
they were just made up-stories,
floating in time but never forgotten.
Fairytales were stories, written in books.
Books that lay in everyones homes.
Every night someone opens one of those books
and reads, enjoys, dreams.
One night, someone opened that book.
The one with that wonderful story,
written by an incredible author.
An author that believed.
He believed in life, laughing, dreaming.
But mostly he believed in love,
something that has a part in every fairytale.
I opened one of those books,
but I didnt really believe.
I didnt believe in life, laughing, dreaming.
And I guess I didnt believe in love either.
The moment I read those first words,
my life changed.
I couldnt keep my eyes of the lines.
I had to read more and more,
the whole story, if possible.
From Once upon a time.. till ..happily ever after.
The day I read that story was the most beautiful day
of my entire life.
It was the day I started to believe.
XOXO
JustSomeGirl
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