Finding the place
Finding the place
A bottle of wine
Lets the sun shine
The sun shines in my head
Thinking of you, taking a breath
Slowly breathing out,
Cause this feeling
Beautiful air
Want to keep inside
Cannot hide
From what’s in me
Makes me clearly see
That I am indifferent
Cause this is different.
A nip of my glass
And my head is a fush
I cannot handle
Or seem no to want
To make up my mind
Afraid not to find
To loose track in the gaze
Not finding the place
Where my heart wants to be
A bottle of wine
Lets the sun shine
The sun shines in my head
Thinking of you, taking a breath
Slowly breathing out,
Cause this feeling
Beautiful air
Want to keep inside
Cannot hide
From what’s in me
Makes me clearly see
That I am indifferent
Cause this is different.
A nip of my glass
And my head is a fush
I cannot handle
Or seem no to want
To make up my mind
Afraid not to find
To loose track in the gaze
Not finding the place
Where my heart wants to be
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, juli 14, 2004 12:11 |
| Ik vind het heel mooi! just follow your heart, and you will find the place where your heart wants to be.. | |
| MirteYase: | Dinsdag, juli 13, 2004 10:06 |
| Jammer van je fouten in het Engels... Let's moet lets zijn enne beautiful is met één l... |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Brietje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juli 2004 | ||
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