My Angelwings

[lady-chrisie]

een van mijn eerste gedichten in engels:$ ik was 10 4 jaar terug alweer, het ging me niet echt om de rijm. Ik rijmde bijna nooit:$:$
The angel wings hugging me
like I’m their only family
like I’m their only friend
It's a story without a beginning or end
And it issn’t one story
not even two
there are millions of them
with a mistery owner
Every wing has a name
not so different yet not the same
Hope and love
my angel wings
The ones who give me power, strength,will
And even other such Things
their my fire,
my blood,
my everything
The end of a story
Without even an end
The fire is burning
bleeding
turning
crawling
and fighting it's way trough this life
and if you dare to hurt it
whatever you'll do
The fire of life will burn the same
It will burn trough ages
It’ll burn trough time
it’ll burn with emotions
you never felt
With the hope that
you’ll never get
and even with the pain
that’s driving us insane
But it WIL burn, if needed to even with one flame
It will burn JUST like a story without
beginning and without end

[chocolate_heart_]

wejoo echt een mooi gedicht.
ik wou dat ik zo kon schrijven...^^ ik blijf oefenen en inspiratie opdoen
groetjes...Renée