Eyes glittering in the morning sun
Just a like a raindrop fallen out of heaven, so pretty and clear
A sweet laugh when she has fun
Living like a free soul that feels no any fear!!
Birds who even have a heart attacks
when she comes along
She turns heart from cold to warm
Others make a gently quick-step when she softly sings a Song
But to me . . .
She doesn’t give any attention
and that’s why I weakly felt in love
My poor heart makes again a stupid decision, in a desperate position
and that made a broken heart..
..again
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 18 december 2006 | ||
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