dear santa
I won't ask too much this year
but for what I'll ask, I'll be waiting here
I only ask for you to bring back
My dear Tim, in your backpack
He doesn't need to be in wrapping paper
He doesn't need to be under the tree
just put him next to my bed, please
It doesn't matter, but I want him for me
Don't bring me silver, don't bring me gold
I do not need that, as you've been told
I only need to see him one more time,
to say goodbye, to feel a bit more fine
I won't ask too much this year
but still I am in great fear
'cause if you do not bring my 'brother' back
in you big backpack
if you do not bring him with your slay
I will mourn the whole day
and, I'm really not that convinced, you know
to live another year or so
without my Tim on christmas morning
I won't give another warning
I love him too much to let him go
without saying goodbye, I need him so!
so please help me out, dear santa
But I allready know I will end in a silent cry
'Cause Santa doesn't exist, I know
he can't even give me one goodbye
*goodbye*
Tuimelaar: | Dinsdag, augustus 29, 2006 13:56 |
tranen in mijn ogen en een krop in mijn keel. zo''n ontroerend, verdrietig gedicht. maar zo mooi... ik weet dat ik er een eetje laat mee ben, maar dit verdient echt een pluim. | |
small sea: | Donderdag, december 19, 2002 12:20 |
erg mooi gedicht, het raakt me echt zolang je hem niet vergeet en van hem houd zal hij bij je zijn, vooraltijd veel sterkte liefs joyce |
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Iejoor: | Donderdag, december 19, 2002 11:18 |
Ontroeren gedicht Dancie. In je hart zal hij bij je zijn... liefs en sterkte, -Chiara. |
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Auteur: dancie | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Iejoor | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 19 december 2002 | ||
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