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Torn between emotions
of passion, pain and love.
Of hatred and devotion,
of compassion treated rough.
Played with like a ragdoll.
Pulled in and shoved away.
One minute, fed up, wit it all,
the next asking me to stay.
My head filled with confussion,
with sympathy an trust.
My life often a desillusion,
my body consummed with lust.
of passion, pain and love.
Of hatred and devotion,
of compassion treated rough.
Played with like a ragdoll.
Pulled in and shoved away.
One minute, fed up, wit it all,
the next asking me to stay.
My head filled with confussion,
with sympathy an trust.
My life often a desillusion,
my body consummed with lust.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Robski: | Zondag, oktober 13, 2002 13:52 |
| Heel mooi geschreven.. mooi werkje :) Groetjes, Rob |
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| *!_Joda_!*: | Zondag, oktober 13, 2002 09:37 |
| De perfecte haat liefde relatie als je het mij vraagt... en dan nogwel int engels... ^__^ |
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| Auteur: Karen Verhaegen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 oktober 2002 | ||
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