Give

If I do it, would you like me more?

If I swallow, come back for more?

Must I just keep on give not get,

to keep you happy,here with me?

Just how much more, will be enough

for you to see that I like you?

So thirsty for a little drop,

you want to share, wholeheartedly.

Something to say, I like you to.

But nothing comes, and time moved on.

My wells, now dry with nothing left,

For me to give, and you to take.

Potlood

By jou het ek geleer, 
om weer in potlood te kan skryf.
Klein grys notas neergeskryf, op literer papier.
n Aanhaling wat jou aanstaan, 
gedagtes oor teorie,
laat my onthou die lesse wat 
ek saam met jou moes leer.

Nou is daar net herhindering,
vergete op papier.
In potlood, tog so tydelik en maklik uitgevee.
En nou is dit ook als verby.
Net rubber korrels bly.