...as clocks run faster...
I sit down as the clock runs faster
take my lap as your winning round
make me twurl inside my wonderings
I'll give you a call when I hit the ground
Let me sinck down in your inner bravery
call me a hero
make me a slutty slave
turn the light green
as water crosses the road
Break my fingers
inside the force of your jaw
Jungle my mysteries
and rap them all together
Christmasgift to our child
Reacties op dit gedicht
| brinkieloontje: | Woensdag, september 24, 2003 20:26 |
| heel erg mooi gesgreven.. super, kop op he, khou van je.. kusss | |
| MayadeBij: | Woensdag, september 24, 2003 02:28 |
| Whaaaa..haha, leuk! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 september 2003 | ||
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