Sommige mensen denken dat ik niet serieus kan zijn(hinthint), duss..
Dit is niet echt mijn ding, maar ik wou het toch een keertje proberen.
Ik dicht nooit, behalve voor sinterklaas
Eens kijken wat ik uit mijn mouw kan schudden..
Ik kan riemn en zeggn
Huuf 'k nie eens me klompe veur uut te trekkn.
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Ik probeer het wel een beetje te laten rijmen, maar ik hou geen vaste regels aan.
Ook krijg ik bij sommige gedichten zo'n gevoel van 'die zin/dat woord staat er alleen omdat het toevallig rijmt.'. Dit wil ik ook zoveel mogelijk voorkomen.
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R "Explain to me what's wrong."
T "I don't want to trouble you with this. But thanks for your help."
R "I know what you're trying to do, and it's not working."
R.Hey,
How are you today?
I really am not okay.
But you will offer me your help,
So that's not what I'm going to say.
That I don't want you to help me,
Doesn't mean I think bad of you.
I appreciate what you're trying to do,
But I think it's useless to try to make you see.
Because if I'd say this to you straightforward,
I know you'd act as if it were the most offensive thing you ever heard.
But if I just say what you want me to,
They're not really my words, but just what you insert.
Nice.
But this time I won't roll the dice.
I don't want to gamble on your approval of my words,
But say what's on my mind, even if I know you'll be mad anyway.
Friendship isn't being afraid of making the other mad.
I should be able to say how I feel,
and it might not be nice, but it's real.
Sometimes it feels like you're being creative,
trying to find an evil meaning in what I do,
But I just want to live,
Without having to say sorry,
without needing you to forgive me.
It feels like, no matter how hard I try,
No matter what I do,
You'll say my intention is bad, you'll say I lie,
And that no matter what I say, it'll look bad to you.
I need you to be a friend..
If I don't understand something, which is often,
I will ask you about it,
And if you keep reminding me of how much I don't understand,
It just makes me feel stupid.
You think I make excuses..
You don't know me, or my intention,
And maybe you never will,
If you think I'm being mean, and sarcastic,
When what I'm really doing ,
Is just asking a question.
I'm not perfect, but you definitly are not, either..
I take it you've taken offense yet,
But that's okay,
Because you always think I mean bad,
So I won't let it make me sad.
Gee..
Maybe there's more to me than what you see.
Think about that.