New Years vow
He loved her at first sight
As she came through the door
He just wanted to hold her tight
And he liked her even more
Although he loved her from the start
He liked her more with every minute
So I guess it just tore him apart…
That while he was crying out to her
Making his New Year vow…..
There she was his beauty with brains
There she was, his everything which she became
Standing in front of him, and still miles away
Holding out his broken heart …on a tray
……crying out to her
That he wished to be hers somehow
[ It sounded real nice in my head but just got fucked up when I wrote it on paper.. ]
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| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, december 28, 2004 13:43 |
| No it's a nice poem...I mean it!..I like this sentence: "Standing in front of him, and still miles away Holding out his broken heart …on a tray" Het heeft wel iets, hoor! Ik heb het tweemaal gelezen..en ik vind het echt wel goed gedaan! En een mooie titel ook: "New years vow"..Take Care |
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| Auteur: irish | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2004 | ||
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