Final thoughts ( please give me mor
Final thoughts
(please give me more)
The bed is all what keeps me up
I feel so old
and chilled with cold
my soul is sold
for one small tiny minute more
to contemplate,
intterrogate
to wish the fate
of dreams which have been half fullfilled
please give me more
without the sore
of seconds lore
(please give me more)
The bed is all what keeps me up
I feel so old
and chilled with cold
my soul is sold
for one small tiny minute more
to contemplate,
intterrogate
to wish the fate
of dreams which have been half fullfilled
please give me more
without the sore
of seconds lore
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Maandag, september 29, 2003 02:28 |
| Ik zie gewoon een kale veertiger voorbij joggen op dit tijdstip (maar dit geheel terzijde) (ieeeeeeks, freaky) Ben ook al zo wakker, zal wel iets in de lucht hangen ofzo.. | |
| contrôle-freak: | Maandag, september 29, 2003 00:31 |
| A good morning and good night, alright!!! Poetry! ;o)x |
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