reality, fantasy, constantly
Some things
Don’t ever change
Discrimination for instance
Some things
Only exist in your fantasy
Like a perfect place for you and me
Some things
Are reality
So hard you don’t ever want to see them
But the way I love you
Is so incredibly different from ev’rything I know
Our love is always changing
Getting better ev’ry day
I’m sure it isn’t a stupid fantasy
Runnin’ round in my head
Like an insane, desperate woman
The way you love me
Is truly making me cry
Because of the happiness you give me
All these things are
Reality
So true like the rain
That is letting the wild roses grow
I just want to say
You’re special to me
Special like no one else can be
Don’t ever change
Discrimination for instance
Some things
Only exist in your fantasy
Like a perfect place for you and me
Some things
Are reality
So hard you don’t ever want to see them
But the way I love you
Is so incredibly different from ev’rything I know
Our love is always changing
Getting better ev’ry day
I’m sure it isn’t a stupid fantasy
Runnin’ round in my head
Like an insane, desperate woman
The way you love me
Is truly making me cry
Because of the happiness you give me
All these things are
Reality
So true like the rain
That is letting the wild roses grow
I just want to say
You’re special to me
Special like no one else can be
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sheena: | Maandag, maart 24, 2003 22:37 |
| potverdorie, je hebt niet alleen Maya aan je voetjes nu, maar ook Sheen, dat is nogal wat, dat 2 schrikgodinnen smelten bij je woordenschat :P in bewondering, Sheen |
|
| MayadeBij: | Maandag, maart 24, 2003 21:31 |
| Herhaaldelijk gelezen, en ja, voor mij zou dit het helemaal doen, | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: lancelot | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 maart 2003 | ||
| Thema's: | ||