Digte med visdom

Her er nogle digte om en der står mig meget tæt, som jeg gerne vil dele med jer alle.

Digt 1

I was fragile and made of porcelain. I trusted myself to no one. But one day you came. I handed myself to you. I trusted your gentle hands. But I trusted the wrong hands. You dropped me too the floor. I went into thousands of small peaces, and you just walked away.

Digt 2

Love can make you suffer. Love can make you to lie. Love can make you happy. Love can make you a live. But tooffen it makes you suffer and kills you, in pain and sadness, but remember the melody of you heart, listen to it makes you live again.

Digt 3

But in the lonelyness of darkness nobody hears your screams. Nobodu hears your cries. Nobody sees that you are suffering, in the darkness you are alone.

Digt 4

Thid was never my world, you took the angel away, I killed myself too make everybody pay.

Digt 5

I sat in the dark, when an angel came, she smiled to me, I where crying, and she said: "come with me, and you won't fell pain anymore". I followed her, and then the pain disappeared. I saw the angel turn around, I saw her face, and the face of the angel, where yours.

Digt 6

Sadness is a road, a road you must take, in the road af life, every feelings is a way of life, and at the end of the road death arrives.