Nobody knows
In the moonlight
I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In themoon's mere light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like a blade of a knife
So sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow
Grief and pain
Locked away
In the forest of the night
Your secret heart
Belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark
I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In themoon's mere light
You looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting but cold
Like a blade of a knife
So sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow
Grief and pain
Locked away
In the forest of the night
Your secret heart
Belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Of the things that cry in the dark
Reacties op dit gedicht
| green eyes gothic: | Zondag, november 28, 2004 18:36 |
| prachtig geschreven! xxx |
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| tear of pain: | Woensdag, november 24, 2004 18:09 |
| ooooooooooooooh,mooi!!! |
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| Auteur: MyGirlDana | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 november 2004 | ||
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