There is a blaze
rumbling in my gut...
In the
orient seas...
In the world of darkness all i see is evil faces...
Insecurity;
merely another word to describe...
My world becomes shaded,
as my heart buries itself...
Fans scream and cheer for their teams,
On the ball the player is and then... a fan seems...
This poem is not based upon
the knowledge I have learned...
I watched a video today,
not a DVD, it was a video...
A heart can only grow with love;
a love that offers comfort, guidance...
I tiptoe across the glass,
Watching where I step...
"Will Tomorrow Come?"
I can't fall asleep anymore at night...
I speak Dutch with a Chinese intonation,
Chinese with a Dutch tongue...