a sweet butterfly
A sweet butterfly is sitting on my hand..
I want to touch it but..
Then it spread it’s wings..
And fly away..
I want to be that butterfly..
Fly to heaven..
And sit on your hand..
And when you touch me..
I change in myself..
I hug you and I say that I love you..
I sleep in your arms..
And when I wake up..
I see it was nothing but a dream.
+..:( still missing you..+
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Moonchild: | Vrijdag, juni 18, 2004 08:43 |
| *hug*.. tranen staan in mn ogen meis..tis echt kei mooi.. het gemis zal nooit over gaan meis..maar je zal er wel overheenkomen..together..:).. hvj meis |
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| Auteur: mirky | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: sweety538 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 juni 2004 | ||
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