TV Is Up

Dit gedichtje schreef ik ter nagedachtenis aan een vriend. 

Thinking about you hurts
When I realize you’re gone
I don’t believe in heaven
So that means for you it’s done

Being gone does not mean
I can’t see you in my head
I’m sleeping with a smile
But I wake up sad

Your smile, your thoughts, you being there
It has all come to an end
A great person loved by so many people
A joker, a thinker, a friend

You’ll never be forgotten
Of course we’ll always care
Now our TV is up
Up above us. Up, up there.



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Op dit moment
Zul je nooit meer zijn
Nooit meer worden
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