Gedichten

Throwing the phone through the window
Then crying in a cab
Needing patience and sorrow
Because the good times won't come back

People always say you won't make it
Not in this way
When something moves, they hope it races
Before it fades away

You're like the kissed frogs in the centre of the pond
Kicking on attention
But walking away when you'll away when you'll own to much
You're waisting time, because

You'll never hear
What I say
Because your face has turned the other way

I can't concentrate
I just hesitate
Wether I wanna remember
The few words, on the best time
of the very best day