Fairytale
Sometimes love is like a fairytale,
A boy a prince a perfect male.
A heart as pure as a unicorns eye,
So even in dangrer our love wil survive.
Our love stands strong as a castle from the past,
Like a dragon and his treasure for as long as it may last.
Sometimes love is like burning hell,
Like a devil crawls in his deep bloody shell.
You're heart is the victim of the evilisch grive,
And the pain is unbearable of the grive you receive
You fall in to a hole as black as the moonless night
and crawl in to a cocoon with the hope that you'll survive
A boy a prince a perfect male.
A heart as pure as a unicorns eye,
So even in dangrer our love wil survive.
Our love stands strong as a castle from the past,
Like a dragon and his treasure for as long as it may last.
Sometimes love is like burning hell,
Like a devil crawls in his deep bloody shell.
You're heart is the victim of the evilisch grive,
And the pain is unbearable of the grive you receive
You fall in to a hole as black as the moonless night
and crawl in to a cocoon with the hope that you'll survive
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *~ Mzz MpL ~*: | Woensdag, februari 12, 2003 15:45 |
| You've described both sides of the feeling love beautifully.. When we're lucky, ..we only need to look one way.. Without continuously being afraid for the other.. xXx MpL |
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| Lifeles: | Maandag, februari 10, 2003 17:17 |
| The fear to lose is killing I know, I've been there Be honest, be open And you'll find out they still care |
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| Auteur: jasmijn de vries | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 februari 2003 | ||
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