You. Sitting there.
You. Looking like your fine.
You. Trying to survive the hurricane that's in your mind.
You. Smiling and laughing.
You. Dying inside.
You. Laying next to me.
Thinking that I won't see the rain.
The rain that consists of your tears.
Tears from all those words.
From all those people.
From all those days.
All those names.
Me.
Saying hi.
I see your pain.
I want to help.
You.
;
I'm not really proud of this one,
but I felt like writing it anyway...
JE LEEST
Little Poems
PoetryIn dit boek schrijf ik korte gedichten. Elk hoofdstuk is een ander gedicht, ~~~ In this book I'll write poems. Each chapter is a new one. Sometimes they're Dutch, but mostly they'll be English.
