Gedichte auf Englisch - Seite 18

pretty girl
i know how you feel
and how you felt.

its in your eyes.
everytime i look at them
im surprised.

you dont know who this person was
who did things and put you down.
i know you were lost.

pretty girl
i know how you feel
and how you felt

you are so much better
than everyone told you.
Than you told you.

You have a long way to go
but please remember
that you are enough and you're the best for me.

i could say thousand words
in silence
and yet it hurts

i feel the truth intensively
and i have to accept certainly
that it isn't good.
It isn't good

to fake a play
because even the worst actor
feel the realness when he say
that he love her

The sound of rain,
The stars shining in the dark,
A long walk thru the park.
These are calming my pain.

You could cry an ocean, or turn the desert into
something really impressive
because people like you were going thru
something surreal and I'm sorry that you've been

fighting on your own
without any help.

I'm sorry that I understand after years
what you told me in your hardest time
without any clue that you were suffering and you weren't fine.
I never thought of your fears

I'm so sorry..

how does it feel to live with pain in the chest,
feeling lost and lose your best
part of your world?
It is awful, they hurt.

how is it possible to feel empty and
feeling down all the time the world tend
to fade away so the only way
to feel alive is to stay.

Yes, you suffer and your life is hard
but don't turn your pain into hate
don't let that start
to change your state.

You are weak. You are dumb. You are shit.
Killing people isn't an act of strength
it is an act of shit.

You are a piece of shit killing people.
Terrorist, gunman, monster.
Whatever they call you,
I'll call you weak because you haven't the courage to change your pain into something beautiful.

Bleibt, Freunde!

Wir wollen Euch so gern behalten,
Damit der Friede hier kann walten
Und Euch deshalb nicht gehen lassen,
Zusammen große Werte schaffen.

Die Lösung ist der Brexit nicht,
Er trägt uns nur in schiefes Licht.
Lasst das Europa weiter wachsen –
Von Estland bis nach Angelsachsen!

Bleibt, Freunde, doch im eigenen Haus,
Der Erdteil ist ein Götterschmaus!
Lasst miteinander uns gestalten,
Europa tragen, Freundschaft halten!


©Hans Hartmut Karg
2019

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