you're not mine
When it's getting dark at night,
I feel like i'm at such a hight.
Ready to fall down to the the grond,
but never to be seen or found.
And then still I think I belong to you,
I can still see your smile, like it's true.
I'm forgetting to forget you're not mine
I feel like i'm at such a hight.
Ready to fall down to the the grond,
but never to be seen or found.
And then still I think I belong to you,
I can still see your smile, like it's true.
I'm forgetting to forget you're not mine
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Holy Merry Me: | Maandag, november 29, 2004 17:27 |
| mooi gedicht, zeker die laatste zin... en i know the feeling... op dit moment zit ik btje in hetzelfde schuitje... liefde is stom maar ook veel te mooi om niet meer te doen... | |
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| Auteur: Frank de J | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 november 2004 | ||
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