Need you but can't be with you
I hoped you turn to me
And love is what you'll see
But now I know It aint me
That will forever be
No you aren't the one
With you I aint have fun
I won't be there like a sun
But on my head will be a gun
Cause with you I can't life
My words beginning to getting stif
I wonn't been caught with that HIV
Cause then I'll threw myself into a clif
It don't matter how you think
Cause I know that ship would sink
From me to you I cannot link
Cause you aint such kind of bink
I know I need you bad
But also you made me sad
When I began to being mad
And getting sick in my head
I need you
I really do
But being with you
Is the worst thing I can do
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Zondag, augustus 01, 2004 14:03 |
| Aargh, ongelooflijk frustrerend. Je hebt er weer een ontzettend mooi gedicht van gemaakt. Maar verzorg jezelf goed he. Owkeej? Wees lief voor jezelf. Warm embrace, -Lien.- |
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| Auteur: SecretMistery | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 juli 2004 | ||
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