Verhalen & Gedichten

The afterimage of you that I'm always chasing.
In my dreams, your profile still looks like it did back then.
You ran into the tall grass and disappeared.
After recalling that memory, I chase after it.
Frustratingly exposing my breath, I finally reach it.
Far away...

That was many years ago, was it not?
At that place that we will never return to again,
lies that heart of mine that I left behind.

What if it's all a dream and I cannot recover it;
how then should I convey this feeling?

The afterimage of that day that I'm still chasing...
Now, while engulfed in sadness,
I keep on living in a world without you.

Ook deze vond ik erg mooi.

Iets wat ik een week of 2 geleden heb geschreven maar toch nog wou publiceren voor de romantische mensen onder ons.

I wish you would love me, the way I love you.
I wish you would take care of me, the way I want to take care of you.
I wish you would take me for granted and always count on me.
I wish you would share with me al the happiness and joy we can find in this live.
I wish you would share with me al the sadness and pain so we can beat it together.
I wish I could wake up everyday and see your beautiful smile.
I wish I could wake up everyday and drown in your perfect eyes.
I wish I could walk up to you and kiss your beautiful neck and see you smile.
I wish we could spent everyday talking and having fun.
I wish....
But most of all I wish these would be your wishes too.

Dit is een uitbreiding op een eerdere blog entry genaamd Death, misschien niet heel vrolijk.

Once there was joy and life was nice

But joy is fleeting so it had to pass

And life was not so nice anymore

A wasteland started to form

Once there was love and life was good

But love is a fable and I outgrew fables

And life was not so good anymore

The wasteland started to grow

Once there was happiness and life was great

But happiness is a delusion which cannot last

And life was not so great anymore

The wasteland became barren

Once there was joy, love and happiness

Joy is fleeting, love a fable and happiness a delusion

Now there is a barren wasteland

Death is beckoning

And I find myself walking towards him so I can find peace in his sweet embrace

Once there was joy, love and happiness...
Joy is fleeting, love a fable and happiness a delusion...
Now there is a barren wasteland...
Death is beckoning...
And I find myself walking towards him so I can find peace in his sweet embrace...