oblivion
when the dance is over
can you show me the way to oblivion
i ve been walking for miles and miles
and the only thing i see in the mirror
is a lunatic trying to survive
like a proselyte on his way home
after a night of joy
you a lover of the first degree
dancing like a princess
on the waves of nobility
nestled close to me like a child to her mother
i gave you a reason to reanimate
numinous body of yours
you gave me everything
but still your mind was so far away
can you show me the way to oblivion
i ve been walking for miles and miles
and the only thing i see in the mirror
is a lunatic trying to survive
like a proselyte on his way home
after a night of joy
you a lover of the first degree
dancing like a princess
on the waves of nobility
nestled close to me like a child to her mother
i gave you a reason to reanimate
numinous body of yours
you gave me everything
but still your mind was so far away
Reacties op dit gedicht
| E.N.: | Woensdag, juni 06, 2001 17:26 |
| En iedere dag mis ik je meer. | |
| anneliese: | Maandag, maart 19, 2001 13:46 |
| deze vind ik erg mooi guido ga zo door.groetjes annelies |
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| anneliese: | Maandag, maart 19, 2001 13:44 |
| : | Zaterdag, februari 10, 2001 12:51 |
| very far dear tituba | |
| tituba: | Zaterdag, februari 10, 2001 11:50 |
| do you know how far close can be? | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: dreamer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 februari 2001 | ||
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