I let...
Letting the ocean breeze slowly weep away my sadness
Tasting the salt on my lips
Feeling the sand between my toes
And the warmth of the sun that is burning on my skin
Realizing that you aren't the only perfect thing
Realizing that you aren't the one for me
I let the wind play with my hair
I let the water cool me down
I let myself taste of this perfect happiness
So I can forget my never ending sadness
Tasting the salt on my lips
Feeling the sand between my toes
And the warmth of the sun that is burning on my skin
Realizing that you aren't the only perfect thing
Realizing that you aren't the one for me
I let the wind play with my hair
I let the water cool me down
I let myself taste of this perfect happiness
So I can forget my never ending sadness
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, augustus 03, 2004 12:10 |
| Wauw...This is great...We have a new talent ;-)..Echt zeer indrukwekkend..Go on like that! | |
| *Just-Mel*: | Zondag, augustus 01, 2004 16:25 |
| Wooow!! Prachtig!! Ik vind het echt een heel mooi gedicht! Woow! Liefs, Mel! |
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| gwenje: | Zondag, augustus 01, 2004 15:29 |
| hééééééééééél mooi geschreven, een heel goed beschreven gevoel enzo... prachtig gewoon weg :d dikke knufs gwenje |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Milo | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 augustus 2004 | ||
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