This one I did gave Anna....
(And maybe this poem is hard to understand as I translated this text from the Swedish version, so I really hope you'll enjoy it :D)
When is it going to end, this drivel
perhaps it is, that we are meant for each other.
I feel a nibble, but something we don't heed to.
Maybe it's an embarrassment
we feel among them.
Constantly when I start thinking about you,
I hope for the wish,
that beyond these few miles that seperates us,
I could reach to you.
And odd as is it seems, plead to you
the things I would plead of,
Just close to you, rather than to far away.
What do you see? What is there?
Wishing for only one thing right now..
And that is that I could sit beside you,
Hold your hand in mine and hoping you'd feel the same,
I ain't lying, I'm waiting right here......
Poetry by Chuke
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Written on 2006-05-20 at 21:03
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(And maybe this poem is hard to understand as I translated this text from the Swedish version, so I really hope you'll enjoy it :D)
Reconcile from Forest
Cribble, cribble, cribbleWhen is it going to end, this drivel
perhaps it is, that we are meant for each other.
I feel a nibble, but something we don't heed to.
Maybe it's an embarrassment
we feel among them.
Constantly when I start thinking about you,
I hope for the wish,
that beyond these few miles that seperates us,
I could reach to you.
And odd as is it seems, plead to you
the things I would plead of,
Just close to you, rather than to far away.
What do you see? What is there?
Wishing for only one thing right now..
And that is that I could sit beside you,
Hold your hand in mine and hoping you'd feel the same,
I ain't lying, I'm waiting right here......
Poetry by Chuke
Read 680 times
Written on 2006-05-20 at 21:03
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