she's gone..
... now i even see her is my sleep,
she walks accros the street and sees me.
she wil have the same glister in her eye,
that i won't be seeing for a long time.
she holds me tight but soft,
like she wil never do again.
i can feel her lips touch mine,
the same way i will long her to do for the rest of my life.
and then i wake up, in my room.
...she's gone
she walks accros the street and sees me.
she wil have the same glister in her eye,
that i won't be seeing for a long time.
she holds me tight but soft,
like she wil never do again.
i can feel her lips touch mine,
the same way i will long her to do for the rest of my life.
and then i wake up, in my room.
...she's gone
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Bell: | Dinsdag, november 23, 2004 16:24 |
| Owh jeej.... k'wordt hier een beetje zieligjuhs van.. take care.. Love, Bell. |
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| Auteur: Frank de J | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 november 2004 | ||
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