[...just me...]
I wanna tell you a story
about a young little girl
She was so special in all her glory
she was treated like a pearl
Then she grew up
and went trough a lot of pain
She couldn't understand why it wouldn't stop
she couldn't understand this game
When you look at her now and see her cry
I think you wouldn't believe what you see
The little girl now lives in a lie
once so special, but now just me...
about a young little girl
She was so special in all her glory
she was treated like a pearl
Then she grew up
and went trough a lot of pain
She couldn't understand why it wouldn't stop
she couldn't understand this game
When you look at her now and see her cry
I think you wouldn't believe what you see
The little girl now lives in a lie
once so special, but now just me...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| eefje: | Donderdag, december 12, 2002 16:01 |
| Heeeeeel erg mooi verwoord! Knap joh! Ik vind het erg herkenbaar, zal niet de enige zijn! -x- |
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| dancie: | Woensdag, december 11, 2002 21:20 |
| ja zie...altijd in een lie leven he...als er iemand is die da begrijpt... | |
| white angel: | Woensdag, december 11, 2002 08:53 |
| wow herkenbaar!heel mooi | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Stella | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 december 2002 | ||
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