*promises*
don't go telling you'll bring me to heaven
if you know i'll be stuck on earth
don't you dare to judge my beauty
if you don't even know my worth
don't go promising me mountains
if you can't buy me a hill
if you're too lazy to begin it
don't say that you will
don't say you've woken over me
if all you did is slept
don't promise me your promises
if i know they won't be kept
if you know i'll be stuck on earth
don't you dare to judge my beauty
if you don't even know my worth
don't go promising me mountains
if you can't buy me a hill
if you're too lazy to begin it
don't say that you will
don't say you've woken over me
if all you did is slept
don't promise me your promises
if i know they won't be kept
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zondag, augustus 29, 2004 17:56 |
| Enorm plezierig om te lezen hoe je met die woorden speelt...fantastisch mooi gedaan, strawberry. I'm your biggest fan :-p | |
| Wicked Soul: | Woensdag, augustus 25, 2004 20:55 |
| Ow lekker woedend, babe? That's the spirit. Laat em maar es zien wie de baas is. ;) Laat ze maar es zien hoe het moet. Amazing poem. Je schrijft zo vlot, alsof die woorden vanzelf komen en dat prachtige geheel vormen. Echt geweldig. Liefs, -Lien.- |
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| Diane: | Woensdag, augustus 25, 2004 12:00 |
| Very nice poem.Greets Diane | |
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| Auteur: strawberryswirl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2004 | ||
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