~*~Disease~*~
~*~Disease~*~
I just hear the irony in your voice
Which tells me: I love you
But it just leaves you no other choice
Then turn your back and leave me
Slowly you walk away
And leave me, lonely and cold
My heart tells me, today
He left you and its your own fault
I feel abused and mislead
I’m caught in frozen memories
My brains don’t work, my heart is dead
You’re the devil, a disease
I just hear the irony in your voice
Which tells me: I love you
But it just leaves you no other choice
Then turn your back and leave me
Slowly you walk away
And leave me, lonely and cold
My heart tells me, today
He left you and its your own fault
I feel abused and mislead
I’m caught in frozen memories
My brains don’t work, my heart is dead
You’re the devil, a disease
Reacties op dit gedicht
| irish: | Woensdag, december 01, 2004 22:21 |
| finally a tallented writer back on stage.. (missed some talent here on the site..) real nice poem.. love, |
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| Auteur: -Tamara- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 december 2004 | ||
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