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I stare at a picture of you and meA sweet and perfect momentCaptured in time and a silver frameBoth are smiling in total blissUnaware of what now is The picture is fadingWe both know itBut you keep up the showPretending all is fineSaying you are still mine A house that is not...
Read out allA constant questDriving towards the bestA picture in our mindShowing what we want to findWanting certain hair certain eyesSlowly our standards rise Never contendToo much time spendLooking for perfectionTime wiser spend on affectionFor when it comes to the human raceOne must know their placeHumans are a unique exceptionOnly perfect in imperfection Rens...
Read out allYou reached me your handI refusedYou were my friendI deniedYou gave me your earI lied Now here in the darkAll alone I stayI could use the sparkThat I turned awayMy vision is blurredYou are hurt Dealt with all on my ownPushed away those that were nearNow no-one is homeBy myself I have...
Read out allMiddle ages, long agoRemembered now from books or maybe a showBrutal times they wereAt least that’s what they tellCivilization nowhere to findMen was more cruel and unkindIt was like living in hellDaggers at dawnSwords at noonPistols at duskWars were decidedWith sword and one shot musketIn some cases marriage could settle the dividedNow...
Read out allIn a dark and dusty basementBetween the mould and rotA shelf is mounted to the wallIn the middle of the shelf rests a bottleOpened before but hardly emptiedIn silver letters the label reads“Love”Why is it standing here all on its ownIt should be sharedIt should be shownBut as often is the caseThere...
Read out allA crisping soundCarried on a thrust of windFeathers spreadWings unfoldedReady to take a leap Chirping encouragementsA mother lovingly pushingTumbling out the nestGround getting nearA shriek in utter fear The air picks upsaving the bird form a nasty dropfloating him to safetyFlapping his wingsLife truly begins Rens Molenaar (11 May 2006)
Read out allLight passes the curtainsCaressing the floor towards the bedBeaming sunshineOn the girl in my bedWho is she, where’d she come from?Why wonder, why complainWe both must have wanted the sameAching my mindNot able to rememberThe name belonging to this beautyDid I really drank that much?Hope it didn’t affect my touchAsleep so peacefulCan...
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