stop being so nice
My heart is the washing machine
that's been set on swirl
A tornado blows in my head
mixing everything I felt for you
I'm blind to react
and deaf for all the good and the bad
and somehow mean words that I speak
not enough to peruade myself
how wrong you are
Put the machine on insensitive
so I can have a baffle
for all the things you do to me
that's been set on swirl
A tornado blows in my head
mixing everything I felt for you
I'm blind to react
and deaf for all the good and the bad
and somehow mean words that I speak
not enough to peruade myself
how wrong you are
Put the machine on insensitive
so I can have a baffle
for all the things you do to me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Vrijdag, september 17, 2004 18:03 |
| GREAT! (That's all I can say for now) |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 20:25 |
| Great poem..origineel om je hart met een wasmachine te vergelijken..Haven't heard that one before..Very nice! | |
| de nifter: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 16:57 |
| s kijk, ik heb een s voor je, die is er tijdens het wassen uitgevallen ;) (zeikerd die nifter) maar ff serieus, ik vind t een beauty |
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| Godvader: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 16:53 |
| leuke uitgewerkt(Y) | |
| murda-gurl: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 16:48 |
| woow egt mooi geschreve.. kusjuhs |
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| *~~~GlitterGirly~~~*: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 16:47 |
| mooi verwoord knufff |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: stairway 2 heaven | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 september 2004 | ||
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