Purple
I want to see your inside
Cause’ it is so beautiful
I can’t touch your feelings
I wish I could see at least
But I’m blind, I can’t see colours
I am deaf, can’t hear your voice
I know we touch but I can’t feel
And you are perfect to me
I want to be your other half
The one you trust and know
But I’m a shadow, left behind
I’m tired.. can’t follow
I dream in black and white
I sense the yellow in your eyes
Pictures taken and kept along
The dusty road is red
Come in, get out
Give my key back
Poets don’t rhyme
Your skin is so purple
Reacties op dit gedicht
| little fly: | Vrijdag, november 14, 2008 17:21 |
| mooi.. (onbeschrijvelijk) Greetz, Linda |
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| *Cheseri*: | Maandag, januari 17, 2005 21:24 |
| prachtig geschreven liefs,, |
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| Fri..: | Maandag, januari 17, 2005 00:22 |
| mooi gedicht.. Liefs, Frida |
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| Auteur: melapropism | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 januari 2005 | ||
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