Thinking about the problem...
I'm thinking...
do you still love me?
do you ever loved me?
Still...
I don't think clear
I don't now you so good
The first day I saw you
we kissed...
And still I don't now you...
People are saying talk to him
But...
noweone seems to understand my problem...
So..
now I'm thinking...
crying...
at my desk
writing this poem
Still noweone understands
my problem...
my live...
My heart...
do you still love me?
do you ever loved me?
Still...
I don't think clear
I don't now you so good
The first day I saw you
we kissed...
And still I don't now you...
People are saying talk to him
But...
noweone seems to understand my problem...
So..
now I'm thinking...
crying...
at my desk
writing this poem
Still noweone understands
my problem...
my live...
My heart...
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| Auteur: flame_of_darkness | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 augustus 2004 | ||
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