Post by Kira Angel on Jan 15, 2007 20:30:29 GMT 1
Death…
People in every age will dream.
They will not be able to run away.
It’s a dream of suffering and mousy,
A dream they never will forget.
A teenage boy is sitting in the park,
His heart is pumping like hell,
He has a knife in his bloody hands
“What shall I do?”
He drag’s through the streets,
Well knowing that he don’t have a home,
Everyone knows what he has done,
And they despise him for it.
A little girl are walking by the road,
She is crying and sad,
A tear is dropping of her chin,
And her look is blurred.
She is looking at the sky,
And a tinny whispering,
Are coming from her lips
“I will always love you”.
((jeg ville blive meget glad hvis i ville komme med ris og ros, så jeg ved det til en anden gang.. når ja og undskyld stavefejlene.. det er mit første digt på engelsk, så vær lige søde
))
People in every age will dream.
They will not be able to run away.
It’s a dream of suffering and mousy,
A dream they never will forget.
A teenage boy is sitting in the park,
His heart is pumping like hell,
He has a knife in his bloody hands
“What shall I do?”
He drag’s through the streets,
Well knowing that he don’t have a home,
Everyone knows what he has done,
And they despise him for it.
A little girl are walking by the road,
She is crying and sad,
A tear is dropping of her chin,
And her look is blurred.
She is looking at the sky,
And a tinny whispering,
Are coming from her lips
“I will always love you”.
((jeg ville blive meget glad hvis i ville komme med ris og ros, så jeg ved det til en anden gang.. når ja og undskyld stavefejlene.. det er mit første digt på engelsk, så vær lige søde
))
