Armies
Hundred thousand armies,
which all carry your name.
Pretty little armies,
which penetrate my mind.
Hundred, thousand, a million armies,
they're all inside my brains.
Armies, which occupy a little land,
on a dark place in my head.
Those pretty little armies,
which capture my whole life.
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Ingezonden door
Joszie
Geplaatst op
07-01-2010
Over dit gedicht
Want zo voelt het.. Alsof honderden legertjes mijn hoofd overnemen en één ding achterlaten: hij.