The world is like a bad painting
With all the wrong colours
in so many wrong movements
Time and time again
We keep slipping thru nightmares
Compared to oblivious signs we can’t fear
Why are all the moments empty?
The faces naked, no eyes to cry
Without moving I stick to my broken heart
I face this new grey daylight
When I want the night to carry my head
Cause there I find my world of dreamers
All alone, Still you seem to hold my hand
Teared Out: | Zaterdag, oktober 30, 2004 16:36 |
I face this new grey daylight When I want the night to carry my head Cause there I find my world of dreamers Precies. =) Alleen is beetje niet goed he, soms? =( Maar ik vind het weer een prachtig gedicht! Us usual.. Knuffel//liefs |
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Lost_Angel: | Zaterdag, oktober 30, 2004 16:14 |
Woow.. Weer zo'n prachtig Bloodelf-werkje! =D But you're right..I still hold your hand. Won't let go, too. Liefs, |
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Auteur: FrogCess | ||
Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 30 oktober 2004 | ||
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