lipstick-painted mirror
She smoked her cools
Mascara running wild
The open clouds called
Her inner child
Lipstick painted mirror
Said: “ This is your face
Can’t run, can’t hide
From the owner inside.”
She cleaned up the place
Attics of history
And washed the masquerade
Gently of her face
Mascara running wild
The open clouds called
Her inner child
Lipstick painted mirror
Said: “ This is your face
Can’t run, can’t hide
From the owner inside.”
She cleaned up the place
Attics of history
And washed the masquerade
Gently of her face
Reacties op dit gedicht
| tim balthazar: | Dinsdag, februari 25, 2003 13:35 |
| waar en mooi! groetjes tim |
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| lani: | Dinsdag, februari 25, 2003 11:38 |
| jep... dit is mooi geschreven! x-x-x |
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| Auteur: l.kaldenberg | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 februari 2003 | ||
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