The Room
I’m in a room full of people
and you’re walking by
passing me, leaving me behind
left me in the corner
for someone to find
The music is playing
you’re again not here
I’m standing a side
the door, the chair, the couch
but no place to hide
The time missed the hour
you’re still gone
The music continues
I’m in room full of people,
actually…I’m alone
and you’re walking by
passing me, leaving me behind
left me in the corner
for someone to find
The music is playing
you’re again not here
I’m standing a side
the door, the chair, the couch
but no place to hide
The time missed the hour
you’re still gone
The music continues
I’m in room full of people,
actually…I’m alone
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Kona: | Donderdag, april 03, 2003 15:59 |
| Zo heb ik me ook eens gevoeld Nannette. Maar op een dag komt er wel iemand bij je zitten Mooi geschreven trouwens. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nannette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 maart 2003 | ||
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