Whispering
I scratch my nails
you are so soft
No one else would do it
While you are sleeping
and I am breathing
My eyes are wide open
I want to touch you
feel your hair
tickeling my fingers
This is a dream
come true
Within the next minutes
you are so soft
No one else would do it
While you are sleeping
and I am breathing
My eyes are wide open
I want to touch you
feel your hair
tickeling my fingers
This is a dream
come true
Within the next minutes
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fading Away: | Donderdag, augustus 26, 2004 19:39 |
| Dream your dreams.. ;) Your fan, |
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| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, augustus 20, 2004 11:35 |
| Wauw...Ik heb een tijdje geleden net hetzelfde gevoeld..Mmm..heel erg mooi en ik wens je nog veel succes met je droom, Preaza*! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Preaza* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 augustus 2004 | ||
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