I don't think it is quite finished yet, but I was just thinking about how hard it is to know what a person is really like...
To meet
They all look the same
Till their skin is ripped out
And their true colour
(If they have any)
Will show
They'll all ask for your name
And what you want in life
One
Will defeat you
The other
Will take advantage of your defeat
The last
Will make you won't be defeated
And if you do he'll rise again with you
The first one
Plans his steps so carefully
The second one
Doesn't really know who he's turned out to be
The third one
Knows for sure his ethics and morality
Neither can change it
Now it's who they are
I wonder how they once were
I wonder what took them this far
I'm still young
Who will I be?
And who are
You?
Poetry by Ingvild
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Written on 2007-01-16 at 15:39
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Three ways to turn out
You know there are three personsTo meet
They all look the same
Till their skin is ripped out
And their true colour
(If they have any)
Will show
They'll all ask for your name
And what you want in life
One
Will defeat you
The other
Will take advantage of your defeat
The last
Will make you won't be defeated
And if you do he'll rise again with you
The first one
Plans his steps so carefully
The second one
Doesn't really know who he's turned out to be
The third one
Knows for sure his ethics and morality
Neither can change it
Now it's who they are
I wonder how they once were
I wonder what took them this far
I'm still young
Who will I be?
And who are
You?
Poetry by Ingvild
Read 608 times
Written on 2007-01-16 at 15:39
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