Who are you?
With her clear, beautiful eyes
she looked at me and asked
“Tell me, who are you?”
I could tell her what I feel
and exactly what I do
my history and personals
how ill I felt too
I could explain my belief
talk about people I loved
but through tears of grief
I had no answer
that would ever sound true
when she asked, so gently
“Who are you?”
killea: | Zondag, mei 01, 2011 06:44 |
Thank you Jacob xx j |
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slaaf Jacob: | Zaterdag, april 30, 2011 17:06 |
Nice done | |
Auteur: killea | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 30 april 2011 | ||
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