Emotions
Emoties hold me back for what my life should be
It wasn’t mend to be
All that I want is true love
Passion, love above
But I will never find
Because I have left it al behind
Burried with my brother and the past
I hope it won’t last
My fire of desire for love
Slowly it wil dove
I will be waiting for someone who free my passion and love
Till that i can’t be
Me...
It wasn’t mend to be
All that I want is true love
Passion, love above
But I will never find
Because I have left it al behind
Burried with my brother and the past
I hope it won’t last
My fire of desire for love
Slowly it wil dove
I will be waiting for someone who free my passion and love
Till that i can’t be
Me...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Evenstar21: | Zondag, september 21, 2003 21:35 |
| op zich wel, maar ik ben van het motto: schrijf niet in een taal die je niet beheerst... | |
| gunther vandenberghe: | Zondag, september 21, 2003 17:33 |
| Till that your spirit wil not be free... 'k vind deze wel mooi, oprecht en kwetsbaar |
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| Auteur: freespirit | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 september 2003 | ||
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