IT
IT is coming, IT will get through
you can't escape, you cannot hide
'cos IT will bring the freedom to you
IT will take you
for a ride
you try to touch IT, there is nothing
IT is gone, you don't know where
you are awake, you do miss something
feel the warmth
IT is still there
something's running through your mind
IT's something you don't see
so look at IT and you will find
that IT is human
IT is me
I try to touch IT, there is nothing
IT is gone, I don't know where
I am awake, I do miss something
I feel the cold
IT is still there
Reacties op dit gedicht
| hansie: | Zaterdag, oktober 04, 2003 03:53 |
| Jouw kussen? Hmm, die zullen vast wel lekker zijn... |
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| MayadeBij: | Zaterdag, oktober 04, 2003 02:22 |
| Yep! (join me! hmmhaha, mijn kussen is zelfs eenzaam, zo onderhand..) Welterusten IT, kus, | |
| PeterdB: | Zaterdag, oktober 04, 2003 00:17 |
| I hope i like IT, but I'm not sure (nice poem my friend!) | |
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| Auteur: hansie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 oktober 2003 | ||
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