the future
Your voice
bawl like a nightingale
Who sounds is
reflecting trough the
valley into the dark
Your hair is so
soft like a breeze
Stroking the tops
of a wealth of flowers
Eyes shining as the
sun for
a new day to begin...to
Show how your lips
will kiss mine
ass no
thousand rose petals so
beautifully red
My hart belongs to
you with all the
wounds off the past
heeled by charmed hands
belong to you in
the future
bawl like a nightingale
Who sounds is
reflecting trough the
valley into the dark
Your hair is so
soft like a breeze
Stroking the tops
of a wealth of flowers
Eyes shining as the
sun for
a new day to begin...to
Show how your lips
will kiss mine
ass no
thousand rose petals so
beautifully red
My hart belongs to
you with all the
wounds off the past
heeled by charmed hands
belong to you in
the future
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Evy*: | Zaterdag, juni 14, 2003 19:10 |
| ooo, zo lief geschreven. En ja, als we ons hart geven aan iemand, zitten er vaak al vele krasjes op uit het verleden. Maar die zorgen ervoor dat we geen twee keer dezelfde weg inslaan liefs, Evy |
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| Auteur: fairy_of_roses | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juni 2003 | ||
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