Idiot wolf
I bet you cry at the moon at night
And of course the wealthy hairbush
Is indispensable
You’re nothing but an idiot wolf
Who tries to rip me in pieces
But in this time I’ve already made a sport
Of running away from you
And of course the wealthy hairbush
Is indispensable
You’re nothing but an idiot wolf
Who tries to rip me in pieces
But in this time I’ve already made a sport
Of running away from you
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Vrijdag, september 17, 2004 19:09 |
| Stop! Don't run away! Turn around and look him in the eyes. He'll be the one to fear you. He'll be the one to run away. For he's never been worth you. Fantastisch geschreven! Liefs, -Lien.- |
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| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 20:20 |
| Superb.. | |
| Dead Angel: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 19:20 |
| ey.. he won't rip you in pieces!! he's to stupid and pathetic! you can't let him do this to you! XxX | |
| Godvader: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 09:55 |
| deze slaat in als een bom...overweldigend en intrigerend tegelijk... | |
| de nifter: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 08:42 |
| misschien niet gepast maar ik zit hier nu met een big smile ;) | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: stairway 2 heaven | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2004 | ||
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