It was really nice
It was really nice
To close your eyes
When I was kissing you
But I feel my heart
Still many yards
Away from what you do
Yes some other one
The only one
That I know
Before you lives still in my mind
I need some time to adoring you
I try to forget
her lips so red
When ever I kiss you
again and again
I lose the game
because yours are red to
To close your eyes
When I was kissing you
But I feel my heart
Still many yards
Away from what you do
Yes some other one
The only one
That I know
Before you lives still in my mind
I need some time to adoring you
I try to forget
her lips so red
When ever I kiss you
again and again
I lose the game
because yours are red to
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Erna S: | Donderdag, januari 01, 2004 11:16 |
| Ja ik ken dat gevoel,heb vannacht hetzelfde gedaan en schrok.. voelt rot..dacht alleen maar aan die ander morgen nieuwe start liefs Erna |
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| Auteur: Vermeersch Jean-Paul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 2004 | ||
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